i fling my hands up to my ears ( not holding the gun , not holding the gun ) as if that 'll stop it but it ai n't thru yer ears that you hear noise and he 's in there , inside my head , inside my self , invading it like i do n't have any self at all yer nothing yer nothing yer nothing my own noise swept up and hit against me , like i 'm punching myself with my own fists yer nothing yer nothing yer nothing- viola , i think but i 'm disappearing , i 'm falling deeper into it , i 'm weaker and my brain is rattling- viola- { viola } viola , i hear , as if from the bottom of a canyon .