Tach Light

Watch the needle. I don't know, but the tension high Everything still, but the pressure climb Hand steady, eyes locked tight Waiting on that perfect time No wasted breath, no nervous move Every second got something to prove That quiet hum before the storm Where everything feels almost warm, yeah Now the tach, spike, no soft shift Red line livin', no uplift Clutch drop, whole lane rip One wrong blink and the whole thing flip No slow down, no fall black Full set mode, no half that Every move in a straight line This ain't luck, this song's No trip wide everything tight at this speed ride no fear left when the line blur whole world shake when the tides burn my clear when the engine loud there's a piece that I found now no distractions no second guess just that moment Too far Too deep We are Too fast Too, too fast Too, too deep We are No breaks left No control Need no buried