One And The Same
Robert DeLong
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