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?