The stories behind Born to Calibrate

• Chugging Riffs and Double-Kick Precision on Take B — Take B dials back the tempo to 148 BPM, trading sheer velocity for crushing palm-muted grooves and raw vocal grit.
• Racing the Clock on Midnight Pump Overhauls — When dozens of infusion pumps stack up before sunrise, technicians turn the midnight bench into an adrenaline-fueled production line.

Lyrics

40 pumps on the bench, midnight on the

clock, no sleep

Bodywork or it's piled up to the roof

Your inspection, I'll give you the proof

Ratchet in my hand, moving fast as a train

Popping high voltage straight through the brain, soda smoking like

a burnout on the strip, coffee like tar on my blistered lip, we

don't need no corporate symposium,

we live on adrenaline and pure petroleum,

check the resistance,

slamming the fuse,

ain't Got an hour of my shift to lose,

push it to the red line.

Born to calibrate, born to ride,

the biomed speed freak on the outside.

Ace of spades on the workbench top,

ever gonna let the gear stop

Football wide open, tear down the frame

Playing high voltage in our own game

Yeah, bound to calibrate

The fifth capacitor charged to the hilt

Strongest damn hospital machine ever built

Test post delivered with a lightning flash

Kicking down the doors in a midnight crash 40 pumps certified,

stacked in a row

Ready for the sunrise to put on a show

Wipe off the sweat with a greasy blue rag

Throw another sticker on the inspection tape

Born to calibrate, born to ride

The biomed speed freak on the outside

Hey, subsplades on the workbench top

We ain't ever gonna let the gear stop

Football,

wide open, tear down the frame

Playin' high voltage in our own game

Yeah, I'm bound to calibrate

I don't I don't fall in past

Now get out of my way