Paranoia
blood into my hands I can't deny
In which I think that I'm not confident
a buzz into my ears that makes me mad I'll carry on
But I don't look back
I don't look back
In a weird lullaby While I'm waiting to die
And the hope in my heart is dry But I don't look back
and I cannot reply
I don't look back
While they want to decide for me while I'm waiting to lie I'll carry on
Once again
Living in their cage
They are killing me
Paranoia
In which I think I'm not that confident a tiny hope that burns in my breath
a bitter smile delights me at the end.
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