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Only the paranoia can keep you sane

Taking your mind away from the game

Away from the problems that life puts you through

Paranoias the only thing that can get through to you

The streets that are loud and overcrowded

To you they are silent, the whole place desserted

No one exists in your world of the pain because. . .



Paranoias the only thing thats projected

Because of this they keep you protected

Safe away from your mind body and soul

So your trapped in this box

Like an old paper doll



Thoughts keep on running

But thats the only movement made

People are only there 'cos they wana get paid

So in the end

Your only friend

Is the reson your here

Imprisoned in a box full of tears

Never again to see a freindly face

Only to hear your heart

As it begins to race because. . .



Paranoias the only thing thats projected

Because of this they keep you protected

Safe away from your mind body and soul

So your trapped in this box

Like an old paper doll



Lurking in the shadows. . .



Paranoia. . .



Around every corner. . .



Paranoia. . .



Behind every door. . .



Paranoia. . .



Victims pleed no more. . .



Paranoia. . .



INSANITY STRIKES!!