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
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 brains
As you plunged the knife in your chest I died
Cuz we are one and the same
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