[Виндичи]

It is never the fall that kills us,
but the impact of hitting the earth.
I don't mind being broken to pieces,
for this fall is my own choice.

You're a thief - you have stolen my vision.
Blind and stubborn, I tighten my grip.
I'm still able to smell your submission,
still can hear my hand on your hip.

You're a dealer: my soul is your profit,
I have come to make good on my debt.
Drink away then - before you know it,
I will be drinking yours instead.

You're a mockingbird - I am your target,
only this time the joke is on you.
You may struggle if that's how you like it,
but my rematch is long overdue.

It is never the fall that kills us,
yet the heart may just shatter midflight.
You have silenced the voice of reason -
Let us see who survives the night.