Paranoia

Can you hear them knocking, Knocking at the door; You answer, no one stands before. Do you see the shadows, shadows in the corner of your eye; Someone's coming for you, someones coming by. Heliocopter blades whirring, whirring overhead; The authorities are watching, watching you instead. Are you paranoid? Adrenaline is pumping as you run to hide; Nowhere is safe, even inside your own mind. Can you find the source of your torment? God can't help you so why do you repent? The rfid chip in your hand begins to burn; You scratch incessantly but you'll never learn. Whispering in your ear, a voice is all you hear: "The knife will relieve the pain, through the temple into the brain."