telephone, television & radio
we get it in are nerves
the pulse to react
feels like a heart attack

there's high anxiety fear of heights
getting lost in the sauce
it's gravitational pull may bring some down
like a mouse is lost in it's cage

many have these attacks from there youth
crying, sadness & madness
a tug at the heart will light the spark
heavy hearts drifting in the wind

we have come to far not to turn back now
no use looking back when your hand is on the plow
viscous fangs that bite inside
run away and hide

eyes with spots having tombstones in are head
it's the calling of the walking dead
your heart sinks back with all the tension inside
you feel like your going to die