[Verse 1] I taxi in from Bandle fog With my toolkit and my goggles on I read your frame, I read your blade Precision cut and then the pivot made Zaun-born brother, quick on feet You flip that steel like a smoke grenade A fine machine in meat and bone A clever armature, steel-wrapped tone I love a mind that knows the torque The gasket slip, the hinge, the spark Because a plan gets far more fun Once something pops and springs apart [Pre-Chorus] Tighten the screws, check the load Balance the mass, then let it go Angle the wrist, set the fuse A glorious mess with engineering clues [Chorus] Welcome to the roster Welcome to the blast zone Welcome to the roster We make it fly, then make it bone Welcome to the roster You and I, we understand A little math, a little fire And suddenly the world expands [Verse 2] Blade Dancer, you dance through shrapnel Cartwheel clean through a pressure line Dirty fighting, knees and elbows Then a sabre flash, so rude, so fine You pack your gauntlet, crack your shell Rig every trick like a polished trap I do admire a well-built prank With a clean detonation snap I’ve seen folk swing with noble grace But you? You solder chaos well Arc weld, smoke trail, bent prop shaft Then you grin like “that worked quite well” [Pre-Chorus] Measure twice, then launch the thing If it sings, it still needs a ring If it rattles, reinforce If it leaps, you’re on the course [Chorus] Welcome to the roster Welcome to the blast zone Welcome to the roster We make it fly, then make it bone Welcome to the roster You and I, we understand A little math, a little fire And suddenly the world expands [Bridge - Spoken] Now listen, son, this is science Not just swagger and a lucky swing You want a blade that outruns panic? You need the pivot, the spring, the ring You’ve got Zaun in your shoulders And a clever little spark in your hands That brother-sister storm of yours Would raise hell in any workshop lands So bring the heat, bring the filings Bring the soot and bring the scars I am delighted, positively delighted To meet a builder of violent stars [Final Chorus] Welcome to the roster Welcome to the blast zone Welcome to the roster We make it fly, then make it bone Welcome to the roster You and I, we understand A little math, a little fire And suddenly the world expands [Outro] Spoke, measured, set Then let it burst Best inventions Are the ones that hurt
