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