Tunnel Vision

Stand up straight Dipped in crimson Convenient omission Not as I predicted Tunnel Vision Read my face My feelings encrypted I'm Password Restricted Don't it all seem scripted Pretend I'm a drone Locked up in my home I can't hide On the Telephone In the Microphone My insides Blood it dries I feel fine In my prison Feeling chased Clock won't stop ticking Sweat starts trickling Been murked to the grave And have risen