[Verse 1] Clip in—snap—floor is sweat, bike coughs rust, lungs in debt. “Turn it up,” she grins too wide, my heartbeat chews the strobe-lit ride. [Pre-Chorus] Salt storm, chin drip—don’t slip, mouth tastes battery, grip—grip. [Chorus] Spin class blood rave—push that pain, red confetti in my brain. If wellness means we almost die, make it loud and let me fly. [Post-Chorus] Huh—hah—huh—hah—don’t pass out. [Verse 2] Guy to my left explodes a vein, polka-dots the mirror rain. Floor turns slick—wow, we slide, someone screams “I feel alive!” [Pre-Chorus] Coach yells “faster”—I see stars, legs write curses on the bars. [Break / Build] (Instructor:) “Add resistance—now.” (Room:) “No—no—no.” She laughs like midnight cardio. [Drop] (Instructor barks:) “SPRINT.” (Silence—then the rhythm slams back twice as hard.) [Verse 3] My nose taps out a Morse-code plea, shirt becomes a small red sea. I wipe, I grin, I keep the pace— victory salt burns my face. [Bridge / Rap] Left foot rage, right foot fire, cadence climbs a church-wire choir. I chant “go—go”—lungs say “stop,” I answer “fine,” then hit the top. [Verse 4] Lights go white, the room goes tilt, sweat angels slip in electrolyte guilt. I taste the end, then taste the floor, stand back up and beg for more. [Double Chorus] Spin class blood rave—push that pain, red confetti in my brain. If wellness means we almost die, make it loud and let me fly. Spin class blood rave—final burn, every saint gets one more turn. We cross the line, the fans go cold— we high-five fate and lose control. [Tag / Outro] (Instructor, sweet:) “Cool down.” We nod like ghosts, drip halos on the mats.
