It pulls him down in a grip of steel
He reaches in vain to grab the wheel
It catches his breath, he starts to gasp
Crushing him down in its tightening grasp
He kicks and screams, struggles and fights
He cannot kick free from its sinewy might
He grows dizzy as it compresses his chest
Lights grow dim, he tried his best
One final push, a force of will
One final attempt before he grows still
He rushes forward with all he can muster
An lo! He's free, damn seatbelt adjuster!