It grows in the walls,
it knows my name,
is it reason or paranoia?
or are they one and the same?
It's not, its 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 you in the kitchen,
clutching the blade,
your eyes were glazed and fluid,
propaganda they splayed.
You said we'd 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
