You took my hand and don't think I can make it into work today-- no way!
You took my hand and can't fight back all this
Rapturous nausea, delighting quease
Stop beckoning me, girl, please.

You took my hand and bade soft, I land runnin'
(runnin', look at me go)
You hook my shave and God, don't look my way
Thunderous eyes, some tearing ache
Desperate cry, despairing wait...for me.

Nothing? Nothing? Nothing to say?
Nothing? Nothing? Nothing today?
I'm one, I'm one with the breeze
I'm the one, the one who bobs and weaves

I've blood on both my knees it seems, yes
Sweating palms hot and bloodied red
Gasping breath call forth my
"Survival Instincts"