Lyrics

They fly fast…
They hit hard…
But only because we say when.
Bandbox. Seven-Ten.
Let’s remind them.

Surveillance stares through shadow and smoke
While fighters flex like it’s some joke
They think they’re heroes, bold and bright
We’re the reason they survive the night

We track the heat before it's flame
They press the trigger — we call the name
They pull G’s and call that skill?
Try working silent — then talk thrill

They live for speed, for sound, for show
But without our mark, they’ve nowhere to go

SEVEN-TEN!
We see, we guide, we own the sky
They never ask who, only why
Surveillance hunts, Weapons aims
They make the noise — we make the game

SEVEN-TEN!
Callsign Bandbox, cold and clean
Behind the glory, we're unseen
We draw the map, they follow then—
Salute the ones who lead:
SEVEN! TEN!

Fighter jocks and missile crews
Strut around like they light the fuse
But when the radar stops its hum
They’re blind, they’re dumb, they’re overrun

Weapons holds the leash so tight
SAMs don’t breathe ‘til we say “fight”
And those jets? Loud metal pets
Dancing neatly in our nets


Let them boast and chase the fame
While we erase the losing game

SEVEN-TEN!
We scan, we strike, we never miss
Others fight, we write the list
No medal shines without our light
No mission lives without our sight

SEVEN-TEN!
Bandbox speaks — the field obeys
We run the war in quiet ways
You feel the fire, but we say when—
Respect the voice:
SEVEN! TEN!

They laugh, they roar, they call us dull...
Yet they beg for bearings when they stall
They’d crash, they’d fail, they’d miss the play—
If Bandbox ever looked away

SEVEN-TEN!
We lead, we stand, we own the field
With minds of steel and shields unsealed
Surveillance sees, Weapons drives
We are the edge that keeps them alive

SEVEN-TEN!
Behind the storm, behind the men
We guide, we guard, again... again
The spearhead bows to those unseen—
The ghostly kings of
SEVEN! TEN!

Seven-Ten! Seven-Ten!
They fly because we see…
Seven-Ten! Seven-Ten!
They strike because we breathe…
BANDBOX STANDS. SEVEN! TEN!