White-Knuckle Blackout!

Veins are a racetrack for fuel that I need Life on the edge is the bread which I feed Standing alone, open for all to see My tunnel vision for life, it drives me Focus in closer Releasing the fear White-knuckle blackout, adrenaline rush Wide-eyed and red-faced, my skin hot and flushed The hair stands up down the backside of my neck Blood’s beginning to boil the beads of sweat Fear has its place in the scars that I bear Deep in the mind, behind everything shared Fixate my sickness as long as there’s air Headstrong I’ll forcibly change what was there By focusing closer Releasing my fear White-knuckle blackout, adrenaline rush Wide-eyed and red-faced, my skin hot and flushed The hair stands up down the backside of my neck The blood’s beginning to boil These beads of sweat I’ll dry, out of my eyes And blacken everything except the goal out Adrenaline is my fuel when I’ve an obstacle to climb Adrenaline is the lubrication, focusing my mind Adrenaline is telling me when someone’s thinking they’re too cool To raise my middle fingers up and say “fuck you” Adrenaline is fueling my mind to focus my climb Reaction evoked at the challenge provoked out of you Adrenaline is fire to fuel You wanna fire my fuel? I’ll fire back a fuck you!