traps live in every other door ----------------(eyes looking straight)
like from the bottom, -----------------------(shiny mopped floor)
when i was standing -------------------------(shiny black shoes)
on the stage, -------------------------------(shiny reflecting the lights)
and they grabbed my neck --------------------(pain seems starry)
dragged me down, -------------------------(everyone moves up)
like part of the act. ------------------------(everyone grows a twisted stick)
oh it hurt! -------------------------(i can't see my nose)
seemingly puppet like. --------------------(I can see my arms)
dragged by my strings -----------(I can't see my hair)
i could taste the steps. ------------------(they're black and grey)
sat me down -------------------------(that's a nice chair)
tied me down ------------------------(striped pants)
is this death, or the end of the act?
water for my tongue
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