Sometimes I think there's a thought bubble chasing me
Following me all around.
Sometimes I think there's a ghost that is haunting me
Running me into the ground.
Sometimes I fake that there's no paranoia
That I haven't yet gone insane
But always I know that something is killing me
Eating me alive through my brain.
Sometimes I believe I'm a zombie
A zombie of the shadow of your heart.
Sometimes I fall into your eyes
And it's tearing me slowly apart.