I find myself still in the air, falling
Holding my breath, feeling the risk coming
Going upright, I’m like a mite, floating
Watching the ground while approaches towards my head
Right to my head
Comes to my head
Ground to my head
Eight inches to the floor now
One second to the blackout
My body’s floating
My mind is moaning
My skull is on its way to survive
Survive...
As soon as I land
my bones may not bear
I hope time can fix
the sequels of an unexpected hit
I’m getting closer now
Getting much closer now
Next time I shut my eyes could really be the last one
Four inches to the floor now
Half a second to the blackout
My body’s somewhere
My mind is nowhere
My skull is on its way to survive
Survive...
This is the lowest point
The ending of the void
The threat floats over me
My head’s below my feet
This is the end
The impact is already here!
I only wish somehow my life can go on
after this fall