(Verse 1) The edge is wet and the wind is high, We march to the rhythm of the common cry. No one asks, no one checks the map, Just the sound of the world's closing trap. Then a voice cracks, a break in the flow, Says, "Wait, lemmings, let me go first and brace your fall." [A glitchy, repetitive synth melody starts, sounding like a digital countdown.]

(Chorus) Brace the fall, the wave is breaking, For a single line of sense you're making. A human shield against the drop, A momentary plea for them to stop. One minute saved, a life defined, Leaving the frantic march behind. [The music momentarily swells with powerful, sustained strings before dropping back to the urgent beat.]

(Verse 2) The tide of the crowd, it doesn't pause, It just rolls right over the breaking cause. You stand on the brink, a tiny, dark shape, Trying to save them from their own escape. A sacrifice offered, a foolish plea, To stop a fate they refuse to see. [The bass line becomes more dominant and rhythmic, like relentless footsteps.]

(Chorus) Brace the fall, the wave is breaking, For a single line of sense you're making. A human shield against the drop, A momentary plea for them to stop. One minute saved, a life defined, Leaving the frantic march behind. [An electric guitar wail cuts through the mix, sharp and desperate.]

(Bridge) They jump anyway, they don't look down, Another lost moment in a drowning town. But in that instant, beneath the fear, You gave a second that was clean and clear. You broke the current, though they followed through, [Music briefly drops to just the echoing synth chord and the lonely guitar wail.] And that single stand was everything to you.

(Outro) [The electronic beat intensifies, layering over the desperate drum fill and synth melody.] Let me go first... Brace the fall... [A rapid, layered stuttering effect on the vocal line ("Brace the fall") repeats until the music ends abruptly with a sharp, digital cut-off.]