One and the same

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 furute But today is the day I saw in the kitchen, clutching the blade Your eyes were glazed and fluid, propaganda they splayed You said 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