A paranoid mind forms figures in the night
slowing of time, I'm worried for my life
blind to eyes, in the shadows they lie
while plotting my demise behind a friendly disguise
twisted thoughts my brain implies
blurred lines divide the side of real and fake
despite my tries i fail to decide which side to take
in a dream i die, scream and wake
begging for light to change my ways
simple whisper so strange it plays
not what i hear is what they say
though clear it seemed, my mind was played
same old thoughts just a different day
visions of death arise to stay
worried of being buried so precautions i take
for living paranoid is living in wait

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