Dream theater-1

Three doors swung open
And I have to choose one-
One floor was made of thorns,
There's no way I could run or turn around;
One will swallow me by its darkness
Only God knows what lies ahead;
Swarm of flies of misery surrounds,
The sight entails shivering ground.

Tick tock tick tock
The clock strikes 3
I have less than a minute
Until I get dragged in
The choice is mine to make
No other option to keep me at bay
Tick tock tick tock
The second completes a minute
If those were your only choices,
What would it be?

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