I've got the gear Grating up the sharp line Hands burn the higher I get The peak, just beyond Another armstretch Never make it Fall a few metres Or a few hundred And strive to stay alive The fury of the fall The fiction of failing Pushed out of my mind As if I knew the summit impossible Yet climbed regardless Of breath, sanity, and that constant Nagging in my sigh The height of pain Much like the tug on my fingers The chaos of knowing whether to fall or rise Strain in my eyes Telescope the sky Cling to the plane Feel the rock echo my life So cold the quest Defeat above and below Nowhere to go, but

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