It grows in the walls
It knows my name
Is it reason or paranoia?
Or are they One and the same?
It's not, it's not, it's not a dream
They're coming after me
Yes you, you yourself are the proof
You don't even know what's in your hand
Look at your hand, the knife in your hand
I had my chance
To walk away
From my future
But today is the day
I saw in the kitchen, clutching the blade
Your eyes were glazed and fluid, propaganda they splayed
You said we become immortal with computers for a brain
As you plunged the knife in your chest I died
Because we are one and the same?
One and the same
One and the same
