Vārdi: Joel Zifkin. Paranoia.

Walking down a hardwood floor
I had this deja vu before
To watch and wait is only to go mad
Be careful how you move ahead
Wherever you may lay your head
You?ll lose the things you never knew you had

Parasites that lurk around
Offering handouts by the pound
They?ll rent you if you aren?t up for sale
Lots of talk and lots of action
They want your name to join their faction
History will grab you by the tail

I was staring at an open book
The pages turned the buildings shook
I tried to get away I tried to hide
I heard a perfect stranger say
?He wants her but he?s lost the way?
Forever trying to get back by your side

If by chance you lose control
If they think you?ve got no soul

Maybe they?ll ignore you
I?m not afraid of what I see
The only thing that frightens me
Is paranoia

Sirens on the street below
Calling all who want a show
The privilege of pleasures for the crowned
Time is tasteless time is cold
It acts so swiftly on the bold
A rolling stone it tends to wear down round
A rolling stone it rolls and rolls around

If by chance you lose control
If they think you?ve got no soul
Maybe they?ll ignore you
I?m not afraid of what I see
The only thing that frightens me
Is paranoia