Its all in your head, you need to unwind
Your losing your grip, the paranoia never ends
Its all in your head, what you see in your mind
Theres no reason to trip, the paranoia never ends
Sometimes I smash the wall when Im alone in my room
Im an abusive reclusive like Dr. Doom
Parts of darkness descend and consume me
You wont believe the gloomy thoughts that run through me
Im proof 20 minutes but if you spend the night
Leave the next day like "I dont think his heads on right"
Try to talk to myself but I dont listen
Ive got split personalities and competition
And which ones a man that I... Ive got issues
I could be standing in front of your face and Im not with you
Schitzophrenia, Shanes brains distorted
Sort of compulsive, obsessive, disorder
Mathematical pattern addict of depraved mind
Before I go to bed I hit the light switch seven times
Yes, um, never mind, put the knife back
Mad Child Im outta my mind, but Ill be right back
Theres no one behind you, theres no one beside you
Theres no one beside you, you know as well as I do
Theres no voice inside you, that shadow isnt moving
You must be losing to confusion having illusions
Still you wanna prove it, paranoia
That someone might be coming for you, no ones trying to kill you stupid
Theres no Norman Bates, peeking in your window
Theres no Patrick Bateman trying to pick you up in limos
You pop another pill, to try and calm your nerves
But prescriptions make the descriptions a lot worse
Your seeing red bursts, and then your head hurts
You should have checked under the bed first
Crawling on all fours, locking all the doors
You must have flown over the cuckoos nest and lost your course
I thought I told ya, dont let that shit control ya
Cause paranoia will destroy ya just a lesson for ya
When your mind is acting wild
And you swear your insane
Cant nothing help you out
Of this trap your in
You dont know which way to turn
And your head is in pain
Cant nothing help you out
Of this insanity
Yo its paranoia in your brain cell
You think the worlds looking at you but you cant tell
You need to find yourself a hobby or something and stop frontin
Nobodys out to get you, nobody wants nothin
I think you got a chemical imbalance
When theres silence, you swear you hear cops and their sirens
Maybe its a different environment that you need
But whatever it is, your minds dying to be free
Your trying to perceive with the usual procedures
Your chests feeling tight, you think your having seizures
Maybe your just trying to hard to fit in
You need to let that shit go and get counselling my friend
The paranoia never ends, the paranoia never ends.
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