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Throttle to the Edge 2 by Артем

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Throttle to the Edge 2

rock,male vocals

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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
He kicks the chrome, the engine claws the night,
Asphalt a ribbon, amber flares of light.
Wind hammers the visor, grit in his teeth,
A small heartbeat heavy with unsaid grief.
[Pre-Chorus]
Night tightens like a rope around his name,
Every mile a promise and a claim.
[Chorus]
Ride to the edge — don’t hold me back,
Throttle and sky, burn the track.
Ride to the edge — don’t hold me back,
Throttle and sky, hear the roar, hear the crack.
[Verse 2]
He blinks at a diner, chrome catching the dusk,
Pulls off the road, boots sink in dust.
Steam on the cobblestone, a paper tray of corn,
Butter and salt, sticky hands reborn.
Salt on his fingers, kernels warm and bright,
The taste grounds the thunder, steadies the night.
[Pre-Chorus]
He tastes the small things that keep him whole,
Memory and motor, oil and soul.
[Chorus]
Ride to the edge — don’t hold me back,
Throttle and sky, burn the track.
Ride to the edge — don’t hold me back,
Throttle and sky, hear the roar, hear the crack.
[Bridge]
He remembers her laugh, the last light on the ridge,
How she dared him once to cross from border to bridge.
A photograph trembling in a glove of chrome,
He folds the grief into the roar and rides it home.
He climbs the precipice where the highway ends,
Heart like a hammer, wind like old friends.
[Pre-Chorus (Rise)]
There’s a line between fear and the place you fly,
He breathes, he counts, and says goodbye.
[Final Chorus — Variation]
Ride to the edge — and I found my breath,
Throttle and sky, I stepped past death.
Ride to the edge — and I took the leap,
Down through the blue, into a river deep.
[Outro]
A boy with a bike, a cliff, and a dawn,
He fell and he surfaced, new and raw and drawn.
Chrome sings behind him, the road calls his name,
A leap, a taste, a thunder — nothing’s the same.