Being Followed

To the voyeur, seated in a darkened room. Do you thrill when the green light starts pulsing? Paranoia, the only valid point of view. If you know what I’m saying. I’m not alone, being followed someone always watching what we do never alone, but I’m in the shadows I dream things I don’t want you to know something shifting between the sirens and the glow of red lights and the blue slowly turning the fog is lifting a silhouette begins the show then the moment is stolen I’m not alone, being followed someone always watching what we do never alone, I’m in the shadows I dream things I don’t want you to know In this chamber lit by scandal you’re the bullet in the barrel you’re the last thing as I’m falling bloody roaring still I’m calling out I’m calling out I’m not alone, being followed never alone, I’m being followed I’m not alone, being followed never alone, I’m being followed