Factory77, N.b.d. - Much More Move

Much more move this time.
I've been pinned to the same old floor.
Same four walls, but not no more.
Shoes hit hard on my back door.
I want the rush.
I want the roar.
No half step, no slow retreat.
Count it down, then move your feet.
Open wide, the night is mine.
Cross that line, I'm right on time.