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]