Paranoia
Birds chirp
Happy and care free
Or is it maybe
They're just mocking me?
Paranoia
I hear the wind rush by
Trace along my skin
But perhaps it's merely plotting
A plan to do me in.
Paranoia
Water flows in the creek
Giving life to the fish below
But perhaps it's all a falacy
The good side quite hollow.
Paranoia
Perhaps it's all just in my head
Maybe I'm just being taken over
By that crazed little thing
The eternal world rover...
Paranoia.
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