Paranoia

(álbum: Sensory Overload - 2019)

Is she drop-dead gorgeous?
I think I'm getting old
Probably the paranoia
If stories could be sold
I'd be a believer
I don't wanna sell my soul
Thought we were important
Guess we lost all our control

And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia

Yeah, I can be the coldest
I'm sick of being broke
If I ever lose focus
Don't know where I will go
It was nice to see ya
Tell me if you feel the same
Are you still a believer?
I wouldn't even blame you

And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia

I think these people are out to get me
They're trying to test me
I live in my head so don't try and address me
Quit trying to finesse me
I know they're plotting against me
Look at them hating, watch how they envy
Man, I think the devil is trying to tempt me
He trying to possess me
I feel like I'm stuck in my head
Can't sleep at night so I'm up in my bed
Delusional thoughts, I'm thinking all sorts
That's why I self-medicate just to forget
But yet, my brain just doesn't let me
So, I'm riddled with anxiety
All of my fears get amplified
But maybe I'm just paranoid

And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia