Paranoia

In which I think that I'm not confident

Blood into my hands I can't deny

A buzz into my ears that makes me mad

But I don't look back

While I'm waiting to die

I don't look back

In a weird lullaby

I'll carryon

And the hope in my heart is dry

But I don't look back

And I cannot reply

I don't look back

While I'm waiting to lie

I'll carry on

While they want to decide for me

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 into my breath

A bitter smile delights me at the end

[solo: Migliore]