There was no time to prepare*
For the slow motion shellshock
Just our luck
The unsalted exit
Our only response could be
A flood of survival chemicals
System shut down
Upon impact
Hard steel folded
The trio wrecked in tundra
Watching panic seize each other's faces
The scene was too much to take
Adrenaline nausea
Freezing water drowning our equipment
There was no feeling
Our lives were spared
The odds were stacked
We were muted colors with thousand-yard stares

INVIA LE CORREZIONI