Who's Next, Joe?

I almost fell in your trap
Where inside has hypnotic delusion
... That who ever it blinded
could only see bliss over thrice misery
... That who ever it palsied,
could only feel caress over beats,
.. And whoever it deafened,
could only hear sweet whipers over shriek

Was I just too smart,
or just didn't worth to play your tick?
I must be under one
to let them fall unwarned
They both confess to me...
In your trap is miserable,
painful and uproar
But martirness has blinded, palsied, and deafened them

They'd rather stay and be played
Though you handed them the key to scape...