When a dead man walks

Paranoia...
In which I think that I'm not confident.
Blood into my hand, blood into my hand,
Blood into my hands, I can't deny.
A buzz into my ear that makes me mad.

But I don't look back, while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back, in a weird lullaby,
I carry on, and the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back and I cannot reply.
I don't look back while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on, while they want to decide for me.

Once again, once again...
Living in their cage
Living in their cage
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage
Living in their cage
They're killing me.

Paranoia...
in which I think that I'm not confident.
Tiny hope that burns into my breath.
A bitter smile delights me in the end.

But I don't look back, while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back, in a weird lullaby,
I carry on, and the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back and I cannot reply.
I don't look back, while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on, while they want to decide for me.

Once again, once again...
Living in their cage
Living in their cage
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage
Living in their cage
They're killing me,
killing me!

But I don't look back, while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back, in a weird lullaby,
I carry on, and the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back and I cannot reply.
I don't look back, while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on, while they want to decide for me.

Once again, once again...
Living in their cage
Living in their cage
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage
Living in their cage
They're killing me, killing me...