All choked up like I've got a speech to make,
every nerve in my body is burning
under the flames of what my mind has to say.
My whole being tenses up,
fear tightens around my rib cage
and asks me if I'll give in to the disease today.
I'll probably sneak away to solitude,
I'll probably try to drown in whatever poison I can find,
I'll probably consider giving everything
to the whistle under my window.