At about the same time every year
Watch the young ladies dress strictly out of fear
And you love the lip-less
For their lack of hope
Blind men feel panicked
Sedated and full of dope
Manic impressionist
The doctors treat them all the same
You can point the finger at god
But who's really to blame?
You brought a knife to a gunfight
A box car to an indie race
When actors suffer from stage fright
The masked crowd laughs in their face
Oh please doctor!
Can you help me get over my fear of being terrified?
These thing that you do when you're delirious
It gets serious
But luckily you won't remember this time
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