AURA Spare Parachute

Sky split, cold kiss, terminal bliss
Freefall, no call, counting the abyss
Fingers numb, heart drum kicking the silence
One wrong second turns physics to violence

Pull the cord, feel the snap — nothing holds me back
Spinning out of track, all the world fades to black
One last breath, one last fight, one last chance to make it right
Reserve chute, save my life — pull the pin and strike the light

Wind screaming, lost meaning, ground creeping up fast
Future shrinking, no thinking, this moment could be my last
Clip is cold, fingers bold, searching for the backup fold
One clean motion — break the spell I hold

Pull the cord, feel the snap — nothing holds me back
Spinning out of track, all the world fades to black
One last breath, one last fight, one last chance to make it right
Reserve chute, save my life — pull the pin and strike the light

Ripcord, second born, nylon thunder skyward torn
From the wreckage to reborn, sudden stillness after storm
Look above, black to white — resurrection in the flight

Pull the cord, feel the surge — life is on the verge
Through the fear, through the purge, rise above the dirge
One last breath, one last fight, one last chance to break the night
Reserve chute, hold me tight — lift me up into the light

Reserve chute… save my life
Pull the pin and strike the light
One last breath, one last fight
Reserve chute… make it right