Panic, tachycardia
Persecution mania
Breaking into a $#&@ing sweat

Shaking, nearly going mad
Rush of adrenalin
Take me to the loony bin

Border within eyeshot
But we like the thrill


So that's ok
We feel great cuz we do it voluntarily
No guts no glory no risk no reward


Crampy guts, emetic smell
Itchy !@(! $#&@ing hell

Jumpy like a little fawn
I can see the break of dawn
Pupils are a giveaway

We don't give a $#&@ today
Though we all are yello
But we like to say


We like the tension and we like the game
To slip through their fingers again and again

Poor little tomcats, there are to many mice
You suck cuz not only your coat is full of lies