None of this is real, I know
The sound is not real
There is no one after me
No one is holding a gun after me


........
I have to run faster
He is closing in
No, this can't be
This is not supposed to be


I can hear his footstep now
The clicking of his shoes
The ticking of each second
Voices echoing in the concrete hall


I smell fear in the air
Fear of being hunted
I know it well
'Coz it's my own


Hold still
He will pass
He won't see me
All this will pass




In a dark space behind the wall
I stand like a trapped rat
The time has come
Will I feel the pain?

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