HANDS OF STEEL – VERSION 1 (CORRECTED) Tempo: ~68 BPM Style: Industrial / Dark Spoken Word / Terminator OST drawn out spaces between lyrics in places INTRO – INSTRUMENTAL (8–12 bars, no vocals) Low distant sub bass (heartbeat pace) Chainsaw/saw bass slowly ramping Wind + metallic creaks Expectation builds VERSE 1 – SPOKEN Hands… Oh these hands. These hands of steel, Put food on the table for twenty-two years. Oh these hands— Twice the size of the once-lived Nephilim. Stacking bricks day after day, Days to weeks, weeks to years. Man… oh man… I still remember the day these hands gave way. INSTRUMENTAL RISE (4 bars) Chainsaw bass ramps Second bass answers from distance VERSE 2 – SPOKEN These hands built bridges—Golden Gate weight. These hands put Tyson down—round two, straight. Pound for pound, he felt what was real. That’s what they called me… Hands of steel. What a bunch of shit. These hands failed me. These hands failed my family. I said they’d never break— Mighty hands, known in every corner of my town. Until the day… That dreadful day… CHORUS (1 of 4) Hands of steel—now slipping away. Built my world, but couldn’t make it stay. Held everything I thought was real, Now I’m learning hands can’t heal. INSTRUMENTAL DROP (6 bars, heavy) Full bass power Mechanical hits like footsteps VERSE 3 – SPOKEN The beast came down from the sky. Hit the ground running—F4 speed. No cover. No time. Two blocks out. Nowhere to go. Should I run? Should I hide? Too late. CHORUS (2 of 4) Hands of steel—now slipping away. Built my world, but couldn’t make it stay. Held everything I thought was real, Now I’m learning hands can’t heal. VERSE 4 – SPOKEN I grabbed my girl. I grabbed my wife. Put them between me and the choke-cherry tree. I stood fast. Held my girls like the prizes they were. The only thing that pulled me from the hood. The only thing that taught me how to love. And the wind— The wind started ripping them from my hands. CHORUS (3 of 4) Hands of steel—now slipping away. Built my world, but couldn’t make it stay. Held everything I thought was real, Now I’m learning hands can’t heal. OUTRO – SPOKEN Used to be steel. Now just a man who doesn’t know how to let go. Never heard the words— “Let go… and let God.” Negative forces pulling strings unseen. Sadness to pain. Pain to rage. The puppeteer smiles. CHORUS (4 of 4 – FINAL FULL POWER) Hands of steel—now slipping away. Built my world, but couldn’t make it stay. Held everything I thought was real, Now I’m learning hands can’t heal. CONClusion: Someday those words will settle in his mind. Repair the fracture that leaked out the good. The strings will snap. The hands will rest. And steel will finally open.