Bodybuilders Anthem

Letra

They see the weight, they see the strain They see the muscle, but not the pain They think it's easy, just lifting steel But they don't know the grind, they don't Know the deal Up before dawn Sweat hits the ground Every single rep, every ounce Every pound It's more than just body It's more than just size It's a battle every day Through bloodshot eyes They say it's madness They say it's vain but they don't know the fire They don't know the flame Discipline in every meal, sacrifice in every set It's a passion they can't see, a love they won't get It's not just muscle, it's the heart that bleeds It's the fight for power, it's the drive it feeds They call us meatheads, but they don't understand We're building more than bodies We're building who we am Every tear in the muscle, every scream in the bone It's a sacrifice made in the gym all alone It's hours of hunger, it's the pain in the night It's the dream of being better Of reaching new heights, they see the flex They see the pose But they don't see the struggle The highs and the lows It's a mental game, a war with the mind It's finding strength when there's nothing left to find They think we're mindless, just chasing the size But they don't see the fire, burden in our eyes Every meal measured, every moment planned It's the mark of discipline, the measure of A man It's not just muscle, it's the heart that Bleeds It's the fight for power, it's the drive it Feeds They call us meatheads But they don't understand We're building more than bodies We're building who we am They see the surface, they don't see the cost Every gain we make, there's a piece of us lost But we keep pushing through the aches and the scars Cause the iron doesn't lie, it shows who we are It's not just muscle, it's the heart that bleeds It's the fight for power, it's the drive it feeds They call us meatheads, but they don't understand We're building more than bodies We're building who we am So let them talk, let them laugh, let them score They'll never know the love The pain we've borne We are the disciplined, the few who stand In a world of comfort, with iron in our hands