Flatline - XP8

Life support is falling

Ground control isn’t calling

Time is passing slowing down

Oxygen is running out

Sirens sound a warning

So clear this morning

Batteries about to die

So blue the sky

Flying high no way down

The stars my crown

My life machine

My glory obscene

All I see is open sky

All I need is why

Diagnosis deception

It screams rejection

My lights they flicker

Descent is quicker

Destiny is coming down

No chance to turn around

Controls no response

See me just once

White light in my face

Impact my embrace

Flashing light

Heart beat getting faster

Cold fear is my master

Cold sweat kills my time

All my readings flatline

Flat-line!