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Where the step tears off into the void
Where the ocean stands to the sky
Where the snow slides from under your feet
That’s where control kicks in
Height is not a point of fear – it’s a clean horizon line
Where the air, like sharpened steel, opens up the vast design
Wings are slicing layer after layer, a tight canopy behind
It’s a vertical dance, my steel-plated jump, body and mind aligned
Horizon flipped and twisted, veins are pumping deep inside
Every muscle is a spring, heart’s a metronome, no place to hide
The one who’s fallen like a stone knows the silence of the deep
Through the howling wind, the crack of lines – my pulse is all I keep
And when the ocean rises like a wall
Ten metres of liquid black
I dive headfirst, I give it my all
Breaking the swell’s attack
Snow slope like a breathing beast
The avalanche on my spine
I’m on the razor’s edge, released
In this pure, adrenaline shrine
I am the adrenaline, I am the pulsing blood!
I fear no wind’s grim flood!
Control is in my blood!
Between life and solid ground, between the heart and the flame
I hold myself on the line, I own the day, I own the game
I am the adrenaline, I am the pulsing blood!
I fear no wind’s grim flood!
Control is in my blood!
Where the mind is pushed to breaking, and the poles are closing in
I release my will – staring the fury of the elements in
Down the ridge, off the ledges, mountain bike roars like a beast
Every root, every boulder – just a line for me to feast
Brakes worn down to bare metal, gravity’s my only friend
On these “mountain cans” I carve the turns, ripping the bend
Dust from spiked tyres flying, sparks igniting in the lean
Bars are shaking in my hands, but my grip is cold and keen
No hesitation in the flesh, just a pulse like a broken beat
I’m not riding – I’m fusing with this devil-mountain heat
I am the adrenaline, I am the pulsing blood!
I fear no wind’s grim flood!
Control is in my blood!
Between life and solid ground, between the heart and the flame
Wingsuit… spread
Streamline… shakes
Three… two… one
CONTROL!
Control! Control!
I fear no wind’s grim flood!
Control! Control!
I am the pulsing blood!
Where the avalanche roams
Where the wave thrones
Where the wings own
The only law is control
Control
