Caught Fall

[Кіріспе] [Куплет 1] Your hand cuts back, the lane burns white The baton clips your palm at the line It skips once hard; you dive for air The whole pack surges—you’re still right there [Алдынғы қайырма] One breath left, one mark to meet You snatch it clean and find your feet [Қайырма] Run it down, don’t give an inch Take that turn, make the timing stick One last handoff, one last fight You caught the fall—now own the line [Куплет 2] Your spikes bite deep, the gap holds fast Arms drive hard as the field rushes past No time to look, no room to wait You carry the mistake straight through the gate [Қайырма] Run it down, don’t give an inch Take that turn, make the timing stick One last handoff, one last fight You caught the fall—now own the line [Брейкдаун] Hold the lane Lock the grip Head down Make it count No slip No quit [Қайырма] Run it down, don’t give an inch Take that turn, make the timing stick One last handoff, one last fight You caught the fall—now own the line [Аутро] Full stride Tape ahead Hard stop