CHORUS: Hey! You're falling in it! Hey! You're sinking in it! You! Will feed of our exit gas when we take... Off! We're ready to try. Hey! Not afraid to fly! We Use the trouble to fuel our jets!
Who dares To know. This is our jet pack in action. We'll break The bones Of those who doubt our affection. Yeay-yeay-yeay-yeay! Throttle level's set at it's max! You'll never get up if you live in flashbacks.
Stopping means falling. We have to go forth. Your feet are on fire, say goodbye to mother Earth. The body may be weak, but your blast pipe glows red We've got an eye of the storm right behind your backs
CHORUS
We are The ones Refusing to get defeated We leave Contrails Of our vaporized fears. Yeay-yeay-yeay-yeay! Throttle level's set at it's max! You'll never get up if you live in flashbacks.
Leaving burning magma at the place we take off. Fuel - check Engines – check Control – who cares? Let's go! The body may be weak, but your blast pipes glow red We've got an eye of the storm right behind your backs