Written by Kim Buchanan
the poison running through my veins.
Can't think, can't breathe,
don't even know my name.
Heart pounds, sweaty palms,
High Anxiety, won't you walk right out that door.
Battle Cries - from the skies - are the only sounds.
Pushing ahead with no safe place yet to stop.
Nature's hell, supplies the fuel until my body drops
Jubal - percussion
A 2911 Productions, Not Your Mama's Folk Records
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Revised: January 24, 2012 10:38 AM Eastern Standard Time.