Paranoid

I feel alone but someone's near,
I feel at home but someone's here.

I can't just sit here and relax,
They've come to get me that's a fact.

The sound of choppers in the air,
The hidden cameras everywhere.

I close the shades and pace the floors,
Can't stay inside, can't go outdoors.

My heart is pounding in my chest,
What should I do? Is this a test?

A rat in some experiment?
Murdered by the Government?

They won't get me, not today,
They won't take me down this way.

I'll grab my shit and then I'll stash it,
Hide it from their high-tech gadgets.

They'll never take this man alive,
I'll disappear when they arrive.

The engines of the tanks are humming,
The war machine is finally coming.

I concentrate on what I'm fearing,
And meditate on disappearing.

But hours later I'm still here,
It's dark outside, it's calm and clear.

All day I planned to face my death,
It never came - was it the meth?