Paranoia

The knife in the drawer
the blood on the floor
they all call out to me

the screams in the hall
the blood on the wall
they all fall to memory

the corpse in the grave
the drugs from the rave
they all know my name

the slits on the wrists
the bites on the lips
they all remember me

the people on the street
the peers i will meet
they all know what i did