A feeling, a presence, Time is of the essence, A fear that you'll be left alone. A warning, a presage, Delivery of a message, It's all there in the unknown. Alerting, averting It's all disconcerting, Shots ring out from afar. Swerving, observing, The sound is a piercing screech Of a speeding car. It's your final journey! Destination unknown... On your final journey You'll be travelling alone! A pitching and rolling, Sensation controlling, You strike while the iron's aglow. Sensing the danger, One look from a stranger Just pa**ing somehow you know. Urgent, urgent, Somehow it's all converging, Your instincts tell you to run Away from the blackness, The fear and the madness, Onwards into the sun.