My hands are slipping, try to retain my grip before I slip.   I have let go, falling towards the everlasting, when will I slip   I will sink forever, I will never stop my breathing   My life plays through the eyes of the dead. Pay attention and find your flaws   A slide show of every detail, you cant control it.   For you don’t have infinite time to.   I am holding on to my rope which has finally turn to shreds, its turned to thread, as I dangle off this string I can only think of one thing   (chorus)   this doesn’t look so ordinary, free falling towards what I thought was the ground, my life plays through the eyes of the dead, a slide show of every detail, pay close attention and find your flaws, you have infinite time.