There is no need to cut the rope, to see if you will fall.
Earth's attraction will pull you down, it's such a pointless test.
Yet the electric temptation, to push beyond it all
Can be the thing that drives us on, that sparks our interest.

There is no need to hold the chain, to know that you will drown.
Without the air we cannot breathe, and without breath, we die.
But despite the painful pressure, you pull still further down.
Flirting with risk, races your heart, and gives your life a high.

You want to push it, and fight to win the game.
You want to push it, else it remains the same.

There is no need to draw the blade, to know that you will bleed.
Skin is fragile, the knife is sharp, cut deep and you will die.
You play dangerous games of dare, just failing to succeed.
Somehow your life only makes sense, with death's sweet lullaby.

There is no need to cut the rope, to see if you will fall.
Suspended far above the ground, as all begins to spin.
You knew the way that you would find, for you to end it all.
Once body hangs completely still, the next life can begin.

You want to push it, and fight to win the game.
You want to push it, else it remains the same.