Paranoia dripping from words
That spin out of control
Caught off balance
By foolish thoughts
Of course you’re wrong
Right?
They tell you nothing exists
As panic starts to rise
A hateful parasite
Attacking sunlight
Ushering darkness
Falling on knees
Gasping for breath
An assault of the will
Held at the point of a gun
Loaded with lies
Cocking back insults
Like they’re at the range
You’re the target
Tied up with red strings
Once tying you to yours
And yours to make believe
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