1% of Pure Rage – Drafting Life at Its Breaking Point
If you’re in hydraulic services, drafting coordination, or just knee-deep in redlines at 11:59PM on a Friday, you already know what this song is about. “1% of Pure Rage” isn’t just a punk anthem — it’s therapy for every drafter who’s ever had their model broken by someone else’s lazy markup.
We made this track to capture that silent fury. The kind that builds after hours of tidy annotation, just for a project manager to say, “Can you shift everything 150mm left?”
This isn’t corporate-core. This is for the ones living deadline to deadline, clashing services, revising risers, and trying to not scream every time someone says “It’s just a quick fix.”
The drafting life isn’t glamorous — it’s war in layers. And this is your soundtrack.
Lyrics
I drew a pipe with all my might, at one percent incline
Revit shrugged and laughed at me, said, “Nah, try ninety-nine!”
Now it’s climbing to the ceiling like a flag pole from hell
It’s sanitary warfare — and I can’t even tell!
My workset’s off again, I swear I set it right
Now my elements are ghosting like they vanished in the night
Structural’s a jungle, archi’s full of lies
Their models crash my system — I can hear the software cry!
It’s one percent of pure rage!
Pipes rebelling on the page
You think you’ve got control — but Revit’s got the stage
“Plumb it right!” you say with pride,
But you’re snapping to the void — yeah, your fittings just collide
We’re drafting in denial — hydraulic homicide!
Click to split, trim to fit, now none of it connects
Inspector says it’s perfect — while my soul just disconnects
Is that a gas pipe or a vent? It’s anyone’s guess
I dare you to dimension it — oh look, a cursed mess!
Designers in the office, flexing with their tags
Saying “Revit’s easy, man!” while drawing loops in bags
“Copy/monitor,” they cheer, then everything explodes
So I duct-tape my sanity and pray it even loads
It’s one percent of pure rage!
And my fittings disengage
I CTRL+Z my life, one glitch at every stage
You thought you drew it clean and tight,
But your sections look like Minecraft on a drunken fight night
This isn’t coordination — it’s a brawl in broad daylight!
Draw it flat, they said — it’s “intuitive!”
Except your slope’s a haunted hill, and your elbows are derivative
Families breaking up like bad divorce —
While the tank connection’s on a cosmic course!
RFI! RFI! Just send an RFI!
Your host is not available — go scream into the sky!
It’s one percent of pure rage!
Sinking into the BIM cage
We’re just tracing out dysfunction on a digital stage
Hydraulics should be clear and bright,
But this software’s got opinions and it’s picking a fight
Flush it down the viewport — let’s call it “design insight”!
So here’s to all the modelers, knee-deep in despair
We don’t need a pipe run — we need therapy and air!
Gas and water tangled, like spaghetti with no grace
This ain’t construction — it’s a Revit paper chase…
Been in the trenches of markups and model clashes? Share this with your team. Misery loves drafters.
