Paranoia

Cold sweat. A nightmare. That you were there. Fear. The atmosphere. It's visceral. It gnaws at my soul. Blood dripping from the knife, The blade I used. Blood dripping from the knife, The blade I used. Blood dripping from the knife, The blade I used. Blood I can feel it. They will not forgive you. Kill them. If you want me, You better kill me. Catch up, catch up, catch up. Catch up, catch up, catch up. I won't be taken, I won't be taken, I won't be taken, won't be