[Intro]
(Ad-libs: yeah, ah, hold up)
This one’s for the ones who fall and still keep tally — listen.
Unconsciously I lose grip of the world, not hearing a sound.
[Verse 1 — The Moment]
Taste of copper on the tongue, room spins like a vinyl, slow, then loud,
Tunnel pinhole shrinking down, the ceiling turns into a cloud.
Heartbeat skipping like bad tracks, POTS got my pulse in a race,
A dizzy carousel, blood rushin’ out — gravity takes my place.
Lights strobe in my vision, like a stuttering film reel,
Seizures clap thunder—white noise roar, then a hush I can’t unfeel.
Vasovagal whispers, a gentle pull that drops me to the floor,
Anemia's weight drags daylight low; every step a little more.
Fingers numb, pulse a code I can’t decode, breath a paper-thin line,
Mind’s a radio with no signal — static where I used to find the rhyme.
(Ad-lib: whoa)
[Pre-Chorus — Warning]
Tingle at the scalp, a metallic taste, a hush before the fall —
That aura tells me, “brace yourself,” while the world grows small.
(Spoken quick: dizziness, tunnel, tunnel, cold sweat — tell a friend.)
[Chorus — Earworm / Call & Response]
Fall to the floor — rise through the roar (Call: Rise!)
Blackout eyes, still I keep score (Response: Still I score!)
Fall to the floor — rise through the roar (Echo: Rise through the roar)
Blackout eyes, still I keep score (Ad-lib: yeah)
[Verse 2 — Aftermath & Strategy]
Wake up to the ceiling like a stranger’s map, breath ragged, slow,
Cold water, salt, lay flat, legs up — learning the how and the flow.
Compression sleeves, slow sips, pacing steps like a practiced code,
Docs, scripts, and late-night notes — a toolkit for the overload.
I memorize the triggers — heat, hunger, hurry, the emotional cliff,
I press my palms, I breathe counted four, anchor down when the world drifts.
Friends hold hands in hospital halls, a whisper that says, “I got you,”
A phone on speed dial, meds lined up, routines that pull me through.
I’m human first, not a diagnosis; my laughter still lifts the room,
Epileptic warriors, POTS survivors — we bloom in visible gloom.
(Ad-lib: alright)
[Bridge — Vulnerability / Power]
Two bars quiet, then I speak — I’m scared sometimes, not always brave,
I learn to accept help as strength, not something that I gave.
There was a time I feared telling, thought my story’d be a chain,
Now I turn those chains to verses — pain into my refrain.
(Short spoken interlude: The aura feels like a bell inside my skull — a ring, a fizz. I taste copper, my vision narrows, my knees go soft. If you see me pale, lay me flat, lift my legs, give me space. Call help if it lasts. Don’t let me be alone.)
[Chorus — Earworm / Call & Response]
Fall to the floor — rise through the roar (Call: Rise!)
Blackout eyes, still I keep score (Response: Still I score!)
Fall to the floor — rise through the roar (Echo: Rise through the roar)
Blackout eyes, still I keep score (Ad-lib: hold on)
[Verse 3 — Affirmation & Imagery]
I paint survival on the inside — copper stain
