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 Carryon



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



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



[solo: Migliore]