Awake and Nervous IQ (EN)

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