20 February 2013
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.
Shadow Of Paranoia. • Opuss № I