Awake And Nervous Lyrics - Frequency - Iq

So the certanty is I can get no air, 

Getting nowhere at all, 

Open-ended and suspended one by one, 

In the slipstream, 

And Harvest hold the horrbag, 

Emotion starts to lag, 

With panache I keep a-crashing, 

Through the sky, 

No compassion have I. 

Kick a kiss of superstition and I cry, 

"Just a guide or I throw 

All the panic I can muster, 

Threatening to the cluster"; 

The hangman's whore so obvious, 

Discretion's such a drag, 

But I know his apparatus snows my mind, 

When it gets too far out. 

Guard the ribs and fall, 

I long to catch my breath, condemm it all 

As the number I become, 

They count me out a volunteer. 

See how they run in silence up the belfry steps, 

Each unaffected by the sight of the blistered skin; 

Someone to calm me till the pounding in my head stops, 

Over the tens of thousands find no way out of in: 

Through the pandemonium, My heart is beating like a drum, 

Barricaded in here, crawling's getting creepier, 

With my head in my hands, all the heaven in my heart.