(The song opens with a fast, heavy drum intro leading immediately into a furious, distorted guitar riff and a driving bass line. The tempo is non-stop.) (Verse 1) (Vocal is fast, breathless, slightly shouted) Woke up on the floor with my phone at zero percent, Got three unpaid notices and I don't know where the money went. Yeah, the landlord's got a number, but I keep ignoring the call, 'Cause I can't pay the rent if I'm trying to have it all! I'm running on four hours sleep and two stale energy drinks, Every choice I make is hanging off a permanent brink. They say I need a backup plan, they say I need to think it through, But where's the fun in safety when the chaos feels brand new? (Pre-Chorus) (Guitar hits hard, drums add quick, sharp fills) The needle's on the dashboard, it's shaking in the red! I got a million bad ideas bouncing 'round inside my head! They call it self-destruction, I call it being alive, I'm just trying to feel something before I hit twenty-five! (Chorus) (Music explodes—huge, anthemic, ringing chords, gang vocals on the final line) We're living one gear past redline, yeah, the engine's gonna blow! We don't need a finish line, we just love the way it goes! Every day is a blackout, a beautiful mistake, We're walking on the high wire just to see the damn thing shake! On the edge, on the knife blade, that's the only place we fit, We're lighting every bridge on fire just to prove we can commit! NO SAFETY NET! That's the way we fly! (Verse 2) (Tempo remains fast, the vocal is more conversational and self-deprecating) I bought a vintage jacket with holes where the elbows used to be, It's a metaphor, I guess, for the shape they found me in last week. I promise I will slow down, I promise I will learn, But then the music starts to play and the instinct starts to burn. I tried the straight road, tried the sensible speed limit lane, It felt like staring at a wall while drinking cheap champagne. So I peeled off the asphalt, crashed through the warning signs, 'Cause the risk is the reward in these complicated times! (Pre-Chorus) (Building energy again) The needle's on the dashboard, it's shaking in the red! I got a million bad ideas bouncing 'round inside my head! They call it self-destruction, I call it being alive, I'm just trying to feel something before I hit twenty-five! (Chorus) (Full power) We're living one gear past redline, yeah, the engine's gonna blow! We don't need a finish line, we just love the way it goes! Every day is a blackout, a beautiful mistake, We're walking on the high wire just to see the damn thing shake! On the edge, on the knife blade, that's the only place we fit, We're lighting every bridge on fire just to prove we can commit! NO SAFETY NET! That's the way we fly! (Guitar Solo) (A fast, melodic, slightly messy solo—full of pinch harmonics and quick runs, capturing the feeling of barely contained control.) (Bridge) (Music drops low, stripped back to just a frantic bass line and clean guitar strumming. Vocal is tight and serious.) I see the future sometimes, it's boring and it's tame, A nine-to-five existence that doesn't even know my name. But if I push the limits, if I crash and if I fail, At least I'll have a better story when I'm locked up in the jail! (Drums hit a huge fill, music slams back in) Yeah, a better story! EVERY DAMN TIME! (Chorus) (Final explosive chorus, fastest and loudest run-through) We're living one gear past redline, yeah, the engine's gonna blow! We don't need a finish line, we just love the way it goes! Every day is a blackout, a beautiful mistake, We're walking on the high wire just to see the damn thing shake! On the edge, on the knife blade, that's the only place we fit, We're lighting every bridge on fire just to prove we can commit! NO SAFETY NET! That's the way we fly! (Outro) (The main riff is repeated faster and faster, dissolving into cymbal crashes and feedback.) ...Past Redline! ...No Safety Net! (Final, sharp band hit and immediate silence.)
