Из альбома: Musical Barnacles
I see the circles forming
Forming circles of a common thread â a clandestine horde against me
That's what I think about when I'm in bed
It's all so very clear now â everything's about me is what I find
A clandestine horde against me â defensive strategies are in my mind
Deception is a must â there's no one I can trust
Excuses are my lust â the truth has bit the dust
You tip-toe to me you're attempting to disarm me
You're walking softly but there's nothing I find harmless
People and situations â it's all food for my paranoia
Coincidence and chances â it's all food for my paranoia
Reality â it's all food for my paranoia
Life â it's all food for my paranoia
I feel the growing tension
A growing tension between me and them â why do they criticize me?
I think they're driven by their jealousy
Their plot is hidden with a friendly smile but they're still driving my nightmare train
I'm analyzing every single word â defensive strategies are in my brain
I know you're talking about me!