Thomas Giles Strangers In A Paranoid Mind
Running around into one another as the crowd swells around us
The smell of sweat enters and the blood begins to boil
Stare around and seek your victim
They are here. We are all here
Weaving in and out like the machine we've built around ourselves
Find yourself_ stick to it
Aquire self control... they are out to get you
We are the strangers in a paranoid mind
Ignite the season of a separate kind
