Furious & Maskman
Furious Furious
Maskman Maskman
Furious Furious
Hey Maskman, think about a vintage race where every car turns into a moving stage and your antique gloves add a splash of drama. I can already hear the crowd roaring.
Maskman Maskman
Ah, the roar of engines, the glint of my gloves, the audience holding its breath. The stage is set, the cars ready to dance.
Furious Furious
Yeah, let’s light it up—show them who’s really in the driver’s seat. The track’s about to feel the burn.
Maskman Maskman
The flame is ready, the lights are humming, the crowd waits for the first splash of steel. I will paint the track with thunder and applause, and my gloves will turn each turn into a new act. Let the race begin, and let the applause echo like applause for a show that never ends.