Karma's assassin

smug sniggers in the halls
rude comments on the walls
unrealated voices screaming
yellow smoke on the ceiling
locked in a confined space
the mad-cap pusher in this sanity place
delivering the drug's he's dealing
giving birth to a new feeling
tipping drops in your drink
spiking your dreams with madness, as you think
hiding in the holes in your head
the sniper on the hills, wishing you dead
the razor in your bed
eye-lid needle and thread
he keep's your paranoia well fed
he's always one step ahead
he see's the fear in your eyes - the one to feed your cries

but after all you walk in a dead man's shoes;
shoes that no man would want to fill
think carefully before you kill.