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 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 in my breath a bitter smile delights me at the end 编辑于2009/02/25更新