Haunted Room

"Why?" is the million dollar question

They're coming

I can hear them whispering on the walls

They're spying me, everywhere

Watching my moves and listening to my phone calls

And my neighbour knows my thoughts

I can hear myself inside her head

They're all talking about me

They're all talking about me

Why?... Why?...

Why?... Why?...

Why?!

I can feel it in the way they look at me

The way they gaze like there's no one else in the world but only me

I think they've put a microchip below my skin

I haven't find it yet but I suspect it's in my shin

They're stalking me

They're stalking me

And the voices they rule the world

You got to run away or they'll catch you too

The voices rule the world

The hypnotic voices of your inner ghoul

Why?... Why?...
Why?... Why?...
Why?!