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