When A Dead Man Walks

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

Once again



Living in their cage

Living in their cage

They are killing me



Once again



Living in their cage

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



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

Once again



Living in their cage

Living in their cage

They are killing me

Killing me