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