Shadow Of Paranoia.

There is a shadow chasing me,
Paranoia is a stench,
Always looking, checking back,
Tugs at my heart; a wrench.

Ever since I killed that man,
The shadow's plagued my thoughts,
Paranoia is a stench,
With Death, it's in cohorts.

Paranoia is a stench,
It won't let me forget,
This shadow has attached itself,
And like a mould, it's set.

It'll follow me through sickness,
It'll follow me through health,
Paranoia is a stench,
And it'll follow me to wealth.

I pray to God, 'I'm sorry',
But deep down I know the pain,
I know paranoia is a stench,
But I'd do it all again.