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Based on the song Maniac by Michael Sembello - something to be sung rather than read, so to speak.
Maniac
A TCF pilot, he goes out every night.
Looking for the fight of his life.
In the bowels of the ship, no-one sees him at all.
They all say he's crazy.
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Locking missiles to the beat of his heart.
Changing movement into light.
He has flown within the danger zone,
Leads kilrathi on a soaring dance.
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He will always shoot you down, if the gift becomes the fire.
On a wire between will and what be.
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His callsign's Maniac, Maniac, and he soars.
And he's flying like he's never flown before.
His callsign's Maniac, Maniac, and he soars.
And he's flying like he's never flown before.
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Depths of kilrathi space is a place most never see,
Beachhead from the Victory, can they hold it?
He's worked all his life for this.
Moment of time, flightline could pass you by.
One last fleeting chance, Temblor from the Confed's hat,
Will humanity last the night?
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There's a cold kinetic heat, struggling, stretching for the beat,
But in space there is no sound nor wind.
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His callsign's Maniac, Maniac, and he soars.
And he's flying like he's never flown before.
His callsign's Maniac, Maniac, and he soars.
And he's flying like he's never flown before.