Conspiracy theory

by Sinister Soire   Jan 2, 2005


They’re all against me
This is no fun
They’re all against me
I’m on the run

The fear is mounting
As they come
The fear is mounting
I race the gun

Slowly growing bigger now
It starts to overwhelm
Slowly growing bigger now
Filling up this realm

Getting bigger with each day
My trust is slowly falling
Getting bigger with each day
I’m on the ground and crawling

The paranoia is almost unbearable
It’s pushing me to my limit
The paranoia is almost unbearable
It’s telling me to end it

They’re all against me
Can’t you see
They’re all against me
They can’t get me

It’s so quiet here all alone

copyright 2005 © Logan Brown

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  • 17 years ago

    by Elynnka

    Interesting form! I like the repetition.
    Good write!
    5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by creasy

    nice job!! keep it up!! :)

  • 19 years ago

    by Elise

    Incredible....
    ...It's so quiet here all alone...
    I love that line....Love,
    E.

  • 19 years ago

    by Sinister Soire

    thanks,,, i was paranoid when i wrote it:P

  • 19 years ago

    by Sinister Soire

    thank you all for your comments again, theyre all helpful

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