Window blooms
Motors hum
Crowd goes still
Blades still run
Two hands chained
Sliding track
False love hangs
Over black
They gasp like saints
They grin like thieves
Swear they hate
What they came to see
Old machine
Bigger room
Front-row blood
Better view
Final chapter!
Pop-out pain!
Fake survivor!
Play the game!
Final chapter
Make it bleed
Fake survivor
In the machine
He lied about pain
The traps take aim
The crowd gets depth
In 3D games
Paperback martyr
Rented cry
Got rich quick
On wounds gone dry
Smile for cameras
Sell them pain
Now traps put depth
In fake-man fame
Rip out numbers
Pull up truth
Bite down hard
On final proof
Hooks don’t care
What covers claim
They make bestsellers
Bleed the same
Final chapter!
Pop-out pain!
Fake survivor!
Play the game!
Final chapter
Make it bleed
Fake survivor
In the machine
He lied about pain
The traps take aim
The crowd gets depth
In 3D games
First room speaks
Meter has teeth
Key in the throat
Panic beneath
Second room spins
Eyes of the lie
Hold the weight
Rods in your side
Third room hears
Floorboards fold
Guide the blind
With borrowed soul
Teeth hit tile
Numbers received
Chapters ask
What covers believed
No more blurbs
No more tours
No more healing
Metaphors
CHEST HOOK
CABLE STRAIN
MAKE THE BODY
MATCH THE FAME
Final chapter
No reprieve
Fake survivor
Made to bleed
He lied about pain
Now the game has eyes
The crowd gets depth
As the fraud climbs
Final chapter
Nothing left to plead
Hook the liar
Watch him bleed