Fly or Fall

Cliff's edge is calling, cutting through the void.
Walking on the razor, leaving it destroyed.
Wind is striking backhand, begging for a plea,
There's no making rules here, there's no amnesty.


Pulse is pounding heavy, sledgehammer beat.
Tear apart the doubting, turn up the heat!

Припев
Fly or fall!
There is no middle ground, throw away the fear!
Fly or fall!
Straight into the abyss, the end is drawing near!


Concrete wings are pulling, dragging to the deep.
Shed the fake illusions, promises to keep.
Night is swallowing shadows, baring vicious teeth,
You just have a choice now, what lies underneath.


Pulse is pounding heavy, sledgehammer beat.
Tear apart the doubting, turn up the heat!

Припев
Fly or fall!
There is no middle ground, throw away the fear!
Fly or fall!
Straight into the abyss, the end is drawing near!


Count down the seconds, while you descend.
Scream out in agony, facing the end.
Crash to the surface, or reach for the sky,
Pay for the visions before you die!



Припев
Fly or fall!
There is no middle ground, throw away the fear!
Fly or fall!
Straight into the abyss, the end is drawing near!


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