I can't keep focused, my body's still wavering
Trembling like I am, my control is shaky
Both the sun and my luck have turned the other way
But I whispered "I've gotta do it," to convince myself
The situation is bad, but I've got no guts if I run away
Nothing to look forward to, but I gotta have the grit to get past this
Gotta control my impulses and judge the distance to the target
What I need is the pride to win
Will I taste sweet victory, or bitter defeat?
Yeah, it's all one or the other
Wish I could control the threads of fate
Take this perfect golden time tightly in hand
I'll go at this with the best poker face I can muster
Dragged into a world of illusion
Slipping out of a boundless pressure game
What does it take to leap across the glorious borderline?
How much will it cost me?
What is it I don't want to let go of?