I expect the unexpected I'm not fucking crazy, they're after me and it leaves me such a mess I spend most of my time tryin to get out of my head terror stricken, panic stricken I hate it so much Am I going off the deep end? or losing touch? they call me paranoid because I fear the worst if they want my fucking head they'll have to catch me first Paranoid 2x I'm a paranoid mess & if I disappear tomorrow know you could be next I'm fucking paranoid I'm a paranoid mess I can't take the fucking stress Sick and twisted feelings sounds in the night every other day I find what looks like in injection site they call me paranoid cuz I'm such a mess and it's fucked me up so bad That I get no rest I get no fucking rest I'm a mess
