Finally at the walkway, passport in my hand Big mirror in the hall, trying to understand Crossing half the planet, yeah, that’s wild to me Trusting all my life to the crew in seat B Fasten up, engines roar, sky turns blue Thinking ‘bout nothing, just the usual view Then the lights flicker, metal starts to dip And my whole world turns into a slipping trip Woke up on sand, luggage everywhere No voices, no people, just salty air Only friend is a green plush that talks too much Guess losing your mind is part of the crash’s touch Fruits on the trees, easy to eat Tried a yellow one, knocked off my feet Stomach turned, vision went blur But I stood back up, told myself “sure” Twisted my ankle, still kept pace Campfire burning, cooked what I chased Green all around, pretty but fake Every leaf felt like a risky mistake Thorns in my arm, elbow got torn Waited it out till the poison was gone Harder than shore, harder to breathe But I climbed again, grinding my teeth Better learn to hold your grip (your grip) It is not easy at all It was just a fun trip (fun--) Not to use survival skills But now I need to reach the top Fate just changed the script One mistake, one slip Now it’s climb or fall Cold hits hard, my fingers go numb Snow in my face, can’t feel my tongue Blizzard screaming, I dive in a hole Shaking like I’m losing control Storm calms down, I start again Leafless trees, but fruits still hang Saw some capybaras near a pond For a second I felt almost gone Found a cave fruit, ate and slept Woke up feeling like I reset Climbed that snow like it was stairs Then the air turned into burning air Lava river, feet on fire Jump rock to rock, body tired Found an egg, cracked it quick Best thing I ate on this trip Inside the volcano, heat below Didn’t look down, didn’t move slow Lava rising, heart in my throat Every step felt like the last note Then the exit, a massive hill Sky wide open, everything still Flare in my hand, lit it bright Helicopter in my sight Rope comes down, no time to think Grabbed it hard, didn’t blink Pulled myself out of that pit Only rule left: don’t let go your grip (your grip) (your grip) (your grip) (your grip) (your grip) (your grip) (your grip) (your grip) Better learn to hold your grip It is not easy at all What was just a fun trip Turned into survival skills Now I finally reached the top Burned, frozen, bruised, but lived From the fall to the peak I survived this hell of a trip
