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 carry on

and the hope in my heart is dry

but i don´t look back
and i cannot reply
i don´t olok 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 in my breath
a bitter smile delights me at the end