Trouble
Paranoid Conspiracy
Oh, I can't believe what everybody says
you're doing to me
Same as it always has been, and has-beens
have got to go
Washed up, burnt out, left to die
Kill your brother with a smile
Paranoia Conspiracy
Demons rising from up inside your misery
Over, and over, and over, I pull the knife
out of my back
Lord, you're giving me a heart attack
Cardiac
He said, she said, it's a lie
Where, oh where's your alibi?
Paranoia Conspiracy
Demons rising from up inside your misery
Bitter words and eyes that bleed of
green now turning red
I guess it's better not to fool around
and raise the dead
Charging forward all alone
I won't be your stepping stone
Paranoia Conspiracy