High Anxiety

Written by Kim Buchanan

High Anxiety,

the poison running through my veins.

Can't think, can't breathe,

don't even know my name.

Heart pounds, sweaty palms,
my feet glued to the floor.

High Anxiety, won't you walk right out that door.
High Anxiety, won't you let me be!

Pulsating lightening strobing brightly all around.

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
High Anxiety, won’t you let me be?

Kim - vocal/guitar

Jubal - percussion

A 2911 Productions, Not Your Mama's Folk Records