Lyrics

[Intro – Whispered, tense beat building up]
They fly… but they don’t see.
We burn… but we don’t bleed.
Seven-Ten… we are the grid.
Bandbox… remember the name.


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[Verse 1 – Rap, rhythmic flow]
We speak in static, you scream in steel,
Your cockpit shakes — our signals kill.
You flex for the gram, we ghost in the haze,
Push one wrong call, we end your days.

No flight school bullshit, no runway pride,
We track the shadows where cowards hide.
You chase the clouds — we read the code,
We break the storm, you just explode.


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[Pre-Chorus – Sung, emotional tension]
You’ll never know our names,
But we bury your flames.
No glory, no fame —
But we’re running the game…


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[Chorus – Screamed and sung, like Chester Bennington style]
You fly high, but we feed the flame!
We paint the death, you take the blame!
We're the silence inside your head —
Without us, you'd already be dead!


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[Verse 2 – Rap with distortion]
You wanna be a hero, stuck in a seat,
We run the warzone under your feet.
Sweat drips, hands cold, we lock the grid,
We say “go hot” — now look what you did.

No sleep, red eyes, battle on loop,
We run this shit while you play troop.
You climb ranks — we hold the line,
Bandbox, bitch — gods of the spine.


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[Pre-Chorus – Sung, eerie tone]
They call us ghosts,
But we bleed the sky...
You pull the trigger —
We ask why.


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[Chorus – Screamed again, heavier]
You fly high, but we feed the flame!
We paint the death, you take the blame!
We're the silence inside your head —
Without us, you'd already be dead!


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[Bridge – Screamed, glitchy beat drop]
YOU.
DON’T.
SEE.
SHIT.
WITHOUT.
US.
WE.
ARE.
THE.
FUCKING. GRID!


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[Outro – Quiet, haunting melody]
You never saw us… but we never missed.
Bandbox. Seven-ten. We don’t fly… we aim.