| It’s all in your head |
| you need to unwind |
| your losing your grip |
| the paranoia never ends |
| It’s all in your head |
| what you see in your mind |
| theres no reason to trip |
| the Paranoia never ends |
| verse 1:(madchild) |
| Sometimes I stare at the wall when I’m all alone in my room, |
| I’m an abusive, reclusive like DR Doom |
| Parts of darkness, consend and consume me, |
| you won’t believe the gloomy thoughts that run through me |
| I’m poof!, playn heads when you spend the night, |
| you leave the next day like:"I don’t think his heads on right" |
| Try to talk to myself but I don’t listen, |
| I got split personalitys and competition |
| and which ones the man that ah… I’ve got issues |
| I could be standin in front of your face an i’m not wich you |
| skitsophrenia, shayne’s brain distorted, sorta, compulsive obssesive disorder |
| mathematical pattern, addict with the cleft mind, before i go to bed I hit the |
| light-switch 7 times. |
| ya hear that?, never mind put that knife back, madchild, i’m outta my mind, |
| but i’ll be right back. |
| verse 2:(prev) |
| theres no one behind you, theres no one beside you, |
| theres no one beside you, you know as well as I do |
| theres no voice inside you. that shadow isn’t moving |
| you must be losing to confusion, having illusions |
| still you wanna prove it, paranoia, that someone might be coming for ya |
| No one’s tryn to kill you stupid. theres no norman bates, peeking in your |
| window, theres no patrick bateman trying to pick you up in limo’s |
| you pop another pill to try an calm your nerves |
| but prescriptions make the descriptions alot worse |
| you see in red bursts and then your head hurts |
| you shoulda checked under the bed first, crawling on all 4's |
| locking all the doors, you musta flown over the koo-koos nest |
| and lost your course, I thought I told ya, don’t let that shit control ya |
| cause paranoia will destroy you, just a lesson for ya. |
| chorus (moka only) |
| when your mind is acting wild, and you swear your insane |
| cant nothing help you out, of this trap your in |
| you don’t know which way to turn and your head is in pain |
| cant nothing help you out of this insanity |
| verse 3 (moka) |
| yo, its paranoia in your brain cells, you think the world is looking at you but |
| you can’t tell. you need to find yourself a hobby or something and stop |
| fronting, nobodies out to get you, nobody wants nothing |
| I think you got a chemical imbalance, when theres silence you swear you hear |
| talking and sirons. maybe it’s a different environment that you need |
| whatever it is your minds dying ta be free, you trying to preceed with the |
| usual procedures, your chest feeling tight, you think your having siezures, |
| maybe you just trying to hard to fit in, you need to let that shit go and get |
| councilling my friend… |
| the paranoia never ends |
| never ends |
| the paranoia never ends |
| never ends |
| (sampling from old school): |
| your haha crazy ha man haha your crazy, i like you, but your crazy |