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