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Something is trying to kill me
I feel it in the air
I feel it in my neck
I hear it in my head
I chew it with my gum

They try to provoke me
They tell me lies
with widening smile
and roaring voice

stop them!
they intend to flatten my brain
and cut off my tongue
so that I speak no more

it is so painful
I must leave the scene
and the next person
that appears behind the curtain
will be but a puppet
a voiceless helpless puppet