The razor edge of paranoia steadily cutting me deep / and ploys the void within my heart, thus I bleed as I sleep / I’m unpredictable, a sickened soul belonging in a loony bin / having these fatal thoughts that the devil’s trying to do me in / but life is a game and if you win, the victory is death / shivering uncontrollably as I exhale a gagging breath / visions of a multitude of demons in their legions / the reaper’s watching me, come follow along as I beseech him / I’ve reached him, ‘cause I can feel him peering into me / the cold chills and the cold sweat come on instantly / I’m scissored by the entity and paralyzed / eyes attempt to shut out the dark, the light dies / and it’s happening all over again, for I’m the victim of the circumstance / frenzied stricken feverish emotions as the shadows dance / across a blackened room, leaving all hope of hope destroyed / but is there someone who can save me from this, because I’m paranoid /

You can’t run away from me now that I’m here / I’m in your mind, in your soul, crystal clear in your ear / so let your mother shed her tears ‘cause my pull is severe / and you know it as well as I, there’s no escaping your fear / paranoia will destroy you / and I got a lot, a little too much for you /

Is my mind playing tricks on me / I can’t tell—possibly / but I feel it in my blood that something deadly is inside of me / but what can I do, I need to kill it ‘less it gets me first / death dispersed, have I been cursed by the universe / I’m the type of person keeping in silence from time to time / wearing a smile on my face with different thoughts upon my mind / watching for a sign, blinded by stigmatic pain / and exiting reality through a vicious migraine / (you’re the problem, you’re the problem, you’re the problem) / Stop, what the hell you trying to tell me, what the fuck do you want / oh God in Heaven can your angels take me from this hellish prison / grant me wisdom and the piece of mind to stop tripping / ‘cause my sanity is slipping and I’m shaking like I’ve been stricken with Parkinson’s / these thoughts is evil, is the doctor in / I need more thorazine, I’m phening for some morphine / paranoia schizophrenic and the bell is tolling /

When I’m standing all alone why do I feel I’m being watched / am I a tangible pawn who’s placed in check by my thoughts / a product of sheer instability until my flesh rots / till my heart stops / these tendencies come in onslaughts / been mixing acid rain with the adrenaline in my veins / and it stimulates those impulses in my brain which keep me chained / but could you ever comprehend even to the smallest magnitude that I’m cracking up inside and there isn’t anyone who could help me / I’m just a hopeless case / 300 personalities contained in a single face / but maybe I don’t need no help / maybe I’m not detrimental to myself, but we’ll just see as I aim this barrel to my temple like /