Placed behind door number 3 I lay shaking, will he pick me? Don't be alarmed or misinterpret For it's his anonymity that put me here I should decide whether it's The dopamine or someone hitting Refresh on my
Spinal Chord is aching as if the earth Like me Been shaking, shaken up
Door number 3 has opened up And like that the world pounces on the knobs of one and two If we can't have it all, then why have anything at all? They chant Their song sending shivers up and down, around my
Spinal Chord is aching as if the earth Like me Been shaking, shaken
Up and Into the place we know will give the Verdict Then finding that there's something in the
Something in the Something in the water But I can't seem to put my glass down Maybe because soon I'll be inside
Drowning in it's confines Pounding on the glass like I were five
