VERSE 1 We show up in the cold, in the heat, in the rain, ’cause the job don’t care about comfort or pain [slow cosmic stomp]. Every task is a brick, every brick builds a wall, and we stack ’em straight even when we stall [hull‑thud]. We don’t cut corners, we carve ’em clean, earn every inch like it’s part of the machine [grit spark]. If the deck shakes under us, we plant harder, ’cause quitting ain’t a language we bother to barter [low‑orbit stomp]. PRE‑CHORUS We move because it’s time, not because it’s easy, and the grind stays honest even when the void gets greasy [rise‑pulse]. CHORUS One boot in front of the other, one by one, we’re gonna get this job done [steady gravity‑stomp]. No shortcuts, no favors, no easy run — we’re gonna get this job done [deck‑rumble drift]. VERSE 2 Small steps stack up like steel on steel, and the weight feels lighter when the purpose feels real [low cosmic stomp]. Boots fall together, never out of time, every stride a promise, every promise a line [bootfall spark]. We build our own daylight when the sky won’t give, and we earn our rest by the way we live [grit rise]. If the load gets heavy, we lean into the pull, ’cause the work hits different when your heart stays full [hull‑echo thud]. PRE‑CHORUS We don’t wait for perfect weather or a sign from the sun, we just keep the rhythm steady till the job is finally done [rise‑pulse]. CHORUS One boot in front of the other, one by one, we’re gonna get this job done [steady gravity‑stomp]. If the night tries to stop us or the daylight comes undone, we’re gonna get this job done [fade‑stomp drift]. BRIDGE Nothing handed, everything hauled, every step a story of the times we stood tall [slow‑thud build]. And if the path gets rough, we don’t turn or run — we stomp it out together till the work is won [final cosmic stomp].
