The visions you saw, they made you recoil
But only in psychic defense
A well-to-do, dapper, old gentleman
Lying dead in his plush residence
Did you come across this unintentionally?
Truly though, there are no accidents
You were trapped in a net, a scenario set
By a cabal from a rogue government
Blame
It
All
On
Me
And now you will find you have no peace of mind
When you're living your life on the run
Your friends and your wife are the blade of a knife
And a loaded, high caliber gun
A fugitive now by necessity
No surrender when forced to confess
To a crime that you never committed
And when they'll get it you is anyone's guess
Blame
It
All
On
Me