In the dead of night, when the world's asleep
Paranoia creeps, like a silent thief
Shadows dance, whispers in the dark
Every creaking floorboard, ignites a spark
Paranoia's grip pulls me down
To the depths where darkness drowns
Every passing face, every glance I meet
Fuel for the fire, of my own defeat
Conspiracy's whispers, they never cease
Dragging me deeper, with no release
Paranoia's grip pulls me down
To the depths where darkness drowns
Paranoia is the irrational and persistent feeling
That people are out to get you
Or that you are the subject
Of persistent, intrusive attention by others
This unfounded mistrust of others
Can make it difficult for a person
With paranoia to function socially or have
God
Paranoia's grip pulls me down
To the depths where darkness drowns