Talking out loud, like a schizophrenic man, the fever is taking hold
Crawling the floor with spiders and vanity, screaming out for hope
Sleep in your bed with a hint of levity, you'll never ever be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
Your words mean nothing to me, I think you live in a dream, you've thrown down the gauntlet, the devil is calling, my maker don't judge yeah, hells in your sight, at least paranoia loves you
Climbing the walls of a psychotic excavation, can you feel the love
Throwing shapes of a cold blooded ronin killer, veins are full of drugs
Your brain is wired of a different chemical and madness makes you sane, sane, sane, sane, sane, sane
Your words mean nothing to me, I think you live in a dream, you've thrown down the gauntlet, the devil is calling, my maker don't judge yeah, hells in your sight, at least paranoia loves you
Your words mean nothing to me, I think you live in a dream, you've thrown down the gauntlet, the devil is calling, my maker don't judge yeah, hells in your sight
Your words mean nothing to me, I think you live in a dream, you've thrown down the gauntlet, the devil is calling, my makes don't judge yeah, hells in your sight, at least paranoia loves you