I check the
indicators
The race it’s on its way
The race it’s on its way
Feeling like an
eagle
Hunting down its
prey
The engines scream
I feel the thrust
A lightning
strikes the ground
I know that I can
make it
I’ll break the
speed of sound
My wings are made
of metal
My nerves are
made of steel
Sweating in the
cockpit
I gasp and grind
my teeth
Flying on the
razor’s edge
Makes me feel Godlike
I have the pulse
I‘ve got the guts
To win again tonight
High in the sky
Race against time
High in the sky
Race against time
I have the pulse
I‘ve got the guts
To win again
tonight
I have the pulse
I‘ve got the guts
To win again
tonight
High in the sky
Race against time
High in the sky
Race against time