Counter flickers, breath in time,

cut the ropes that held me tight.

I was quiet, now I shine,

stepping out into the light.

Hands on the window, push it wide;

fresh air roaring like a tide.

Four hundred — almost in my sight,

blink‑blink — we turn to light.

Four hundred — no chains, no wait,

kick the door, accelerate.

4‑0‑0 — count me free,

I am the spark I used to seek.

Vier‑hun‑dert — fast da!

Blink, blink — Zahl kurz vorm Knall.

Vier‑hun‑dert — wir sind nah,

Reload, ding! — alles knallt.

Hands up, Herz im Takt —

4‑0‑0, wir gehen ab!

Four—hun—dred! Four—hun—dred!

Three‑nine‑nine, the ground shakes thin,

every “maybe” sheds its skin.

Neon choir sings my name,

I light the match and walk through flame.

If I fall, I count again — one, two;

rise with the bass, make the night brand new.

Four hundred — close enough to taste,

open sky, open space;

4‑0‑0 — go.