Um. Wings of God- Anathema 
  
  
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti 
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, 
but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, 
the whole crowd goes so loud 
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out 
He's choking how, everybody's joking now 
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! 
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity 
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked 
He's so mad, but he won't give up that