When A Dead Man Walks

Paranoia
In which I think that I’m not confident
Blood into my hands, blood into my hands,
Blood in to 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 carry on 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, once again
Living in their cage, living in their cage,
They are killing me Once again
Living in their cage, 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
But I don’t look back
While I’m waiting to die
I don’t look back
In a weird lullaby
I’ll carry on 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, once again
Living in their cage, living in their cage,
They are killing me Once again
Living in their cage, living in their cage,
They are killing me, killing me.
But I don’t look back
While I’m waiting to die
I don’t look back
In a weird lullaby
I’ll carry on 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, once again
Living in their cage, living in their cage,
They are killing me Once again
Living in their cage, living in their cage,
They are killing me