I hear them.
I hear them behind me.
But anytime I look back,
There\'s nothing there to see.
I stop to listen to them,
Trying to hear who follows,
But when I stop walking,
I\'m alone in the quiet tunnel shallows.
They\'re getting closer,
Louder with every stride.
And now I\'m afraid they\'re threatening,
And telling me to hide.
I walk faster,
But I don\'t look back.
I can sense the danger
Concealed in the pitch of black.
The echoes, oh the echoes,
How they drive my ears insane.
They bang against my eardrums,
Like a mental hurricane.
The steps echo inside my head.
How it hurts, oh how it aches.
They beat my brain to death,
The way a stolen heartbeat makes.
The anxiety of someone grabbing me,
It eats my mind like a virus.
I can\'t stand this feeling of discomfort,
Wishing to turn the voices to silence.
They inch closer and closer,
Until I can\'t stand the suspense.
I sense them right behind me,
Their grasp on me hard and tense.
I scream out, \"THEY\'VE GOT ME!\"
I try to put my arms up to fight,
But I can\'t; I\'m restrained.
In fact, I\'m in a soundproof room, small and bright.
Then, I remember that I\'m not in danger.
Nobody can hurt me except myself.
For my mind is the footsteps.
As I drive myself to a seizure through my blinding white jacket.