ASTHMA 

It Starts Like A Man Sitting Down On Your Chest,
Like An Excess Of Gravity crushing Your Breast,
You Reach For Medication And Strive For Calm,
You Have Non With You Now Mild Alarm.

You Hold Back Panic And Suppress Your Fear
The words Psycho-Somatic spring to your ears
Its Self Induced To A Certain Degree
But That Doesn’t Help When You Cannot Breathe

Your Lungs Are Drowning And Your Throat Is Closed In
And All You Can Hear Is The Throbbing Din
Of Your Heart Beating Faster Flooding Your Head
Now All You Can See Is Yourself Lying Dead
From Gasping And Wheezing You Try To Refrain
While Less And Less Oxygen Gets To Your Brain
Now Panic Arrives With His Friends Sweat And Fear
But You’re Now On The Deck Doubled Up Close To Tears

Five Minutes Ago You Were Healthy And Fit
Now You’re Slipping Away To An airless Pit
Invisible Hands Squeeze Your Throat Tighter
You’re Head Now Swimming Feels Even Lighter

A Friend Picks You Up And Gives You Back Life
She’s Found Your Inhaler Which Cuts Like A Knife
Freeing Your Chest With An Opening Blast
Which Fills Up Your Lungs Like Sails On A Mast

Glen Southern 1992 (just after an attack)