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(hooo-aaaaah) Storm glass dropping, horizon turns black No looking back,
we're on the attack Windshield shaking,
the rotation is real Call out the bearings,
hands tight on the wheel!
(we run the edge)
Into the vortex, we're pushing ahead!
Ride the wind, we chase the light
Out of the dark and into the white!
We are the storm,
we hold the line Chasing the fire of a design!
Touchdown south, trees start to snap Lost the satellite,
throw out the map Funnel is down,
the pressure is low We are the eyes where the wild winds
blow!
STORM RAGE!
TEAR DOWN THE SKY! (gooo!)
We outrun the thunder!