Midnight Pull-Up

Streetlights buzzing, only one here Conquering the weight, conquering the fear Cold steel bar, chalk on the hand Executing the strategy, following the plan Resistance on the pull, muscles getting tight Working on the frame in the middle of the night Gaining up to eighty, slow and heavy grind Leaving all the weakness and the doubt behind In the shadows, where the work gets done I don't need the praise, I don't need the sun In the shadows, pulling up the weight Controlling the body, controlling the fate Dips on the parallel, triceps on fire Every single day taking it higher No distractions, just the mind and the steel This is the moment, this is what's real Rubber band snapping, pulling me down In the shadows, where the work gets done I don't need the praise, I don't need the sun In the shadows, pulling up the weight Controlling the body, controlling the fate