Fall To The Rising Sun

Rise to the early morning.
I grip the wheel intense!
To break the bound placed by the sound.
I'm gone to your regret!
You search long and hard
Throughout the night I fly.
I call the early morning.
I burn these wheels to threads!

Fight or die!
Fight or fade away!
Fight to fly!
I'm gone flying through the night!

Accelerate the notion.
Fall to the rising sun!
Your grasp for sure this time evaded;
And now I feel the rush.
You search long and hard
Throughout the night I fly.
I call the early morning.
I burn these wheels to shreds!