Gods Of Blitz Times Of Paranoia
I'd like to see priorities
I tend to be a little nervous
I've been too far
I've paid the fee
And I know why
Leaving my home with a parachute
I'm a renegade
But I'm static
Automatically I try in vain
And I know why
Paranoia is getting to you
Times got cold
Times of wild hope
Paranoia
Nobody tells but I know too well
That I should leave my shelter
But I'm in too deep, under the spell
I don't know why
I used to think I got it made
I'm wide awake and living
Forgive myself every escapade
I don't know why
I know every story
I know I play my role
Gimme something I can't control
Paranoia is getting to you
Times got cold
Times of wild hope
Paranoia
