[Intro] Ignition in the dark now, dashboard like a shrine, engine mutters low and mean, says your pulse is mine. Hands set on the wheel rim, breath held in your teeth, world goes thin and narrow when the pressure comes beneath. [Verse 1] There is a language in the revs, a sermon in the shake, metal humming through the bones with every choice you make. Foot down, heart up, vision cuts a line, nothing in the mirror now, nothing left behind. Streetlights smear to ghost marks, white lines start to bend, every corner asks a question only nerve can answer then. No room left for maybe, no room left for fear, just the scream of all that power saying get it into gear. [Pre-Chorus] When the engine starts calling, and the dead weight starts falling, when the whole world goes silent but the pistons and the breath, I do not think in language, I do not move in fragments, I become the thing between the redline and the edge. [Chorus] Foot down, eyes forward, let the whole frame shake. Feel the world fall backward with every move I make. Locked in, lit up, all the blood runs bright, I am all intention in the middle of the night. No past, no warning, no crowd, no view, just the road, the roar, the will to follow through. Grip tight, hold true, let the wild come alive, there is nothing like the hunger and the thrill of the drive. [Verse 2] Seatbelt on my ribcage like a hand that knows the cost, every second paid in focus, any slackness gets you lost. Tyres sing in anger, chassis talks in code, every twitch a little truth about the weight upon the road. This is not for half hearts, not for soft delay, this is for the ones who hear a machine and know its way. Sweat cold on the collar, jaw tight in the turn, all the doubt gets burned off in the heat of what you earn. [Pre-Chorus] When the corner comes rushing, and the body starts bracing, when the tunnel closes in and all the noise gets cut, there is only the choosing, and the doing, and the moving, and the holy sort of violence in the engine when it pulls. [Chorus] Foot down, eyes forward, let the whole frame shake. Feel the world fall backward with every move I make. Locked in, lit up, all the blood runs bright, I am all intention in the middle of the night. No past, no warning, no crowd, no view, just the road, the roar, the will to follow through. Grip tight, hold true, let the wild come alive, there is nothing like the hunger and the thrill of the drive. [Bridge] Say it with the throttle. Say it with the flame. Say it with the body pressed against the cage. Say it through the corners. Say it through the strain. I did not come to hesitate. I came to take the lane. Every pulse a countdown, every breath a spark, every buried animal inside me wakes up in the dark. [Final Chorus] Foot down, eyes forward, let the whole frame shake. Feel the world fall backward with every move I make. Locked in, lit up, all the blood runs bright, I am all intention in the middle of the night. No past, no warning, no crowd, no view, just the road, the roar, the will to follow through. Grip tight, hold true, let the wild come alive, there is nothing like the hunger and the thrill of the drive. [Outro] Engine hot. Knuckles white. One long pull into the night. World gone small. Soul gone wide. That is the thrill. That is the drive.
