Silent halls Of steel and sweat Heavy doors are closing in This is the Muscle Museum OPEN THE DOOR! Across the counter A steady rhythm flows An old woman looks up And starts to speak in time “First time here?” She says it calm and slow “This isn’t a place to test your strength It’s where you leave proof you lived” (She’s an old lady rapper Also known as the curator) With doubt and fear Still in my chest That constant rhythm Pushes me ahead DON’T TURN BACK! Walk ahead This is the Muscle Museum Every scar is on display Blood and sweat will never fade Effort never dies Look around This is the Muscle Museum Every weakness you revealed Every fall you rose from All of it becomes your strength Cracked mirrors on the wall I questioned who I was Sweat and pain are carved inside The silence of this place Rusty plates and sleepless nights The cost no one can see What words could never carry My body remembers all of it Lungs on fire Vision blurred Still that voice Is in my head STAND YOUR GROUND! Walk ahead This is the Muscle Museum Every pain you made it through Gives your strength a solid form Even the days you ran away In the silence Breaths align Iron speaks Of my life THIS IS MY PROOF! THIS IS MY LIFE! Remember Respect The time carved in your flesh REMEMBER THE PAIN! RESPECT THE WEIGHT! Keep walking on This is the Muscle Museum You don’t have to be perfect Everything you’ve built Becomes your pride WE ARE THE EXHIBIT! Behind the counter The rhythm still goes on Waiting for The next challenger Her gentle smile This… is the truest form of happiness
