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