Paranoia

By Hostile Array

Released on November 1, 2019

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Fan the flame, there's no silver lining to this cloud, it's like every bitter pill you're fed leaves you foaming at the mouth

You drown out every voice that's not your own, because everything you hear makes your blood run cold

Paranoid people in the places you pray

Paranoid in the worst kind of way

Paranoid people by the light of a screen

Turn a blind eye and stay on the edge of your seat

Your brother, the other side to a story you don't know

Clutch your pearls, hold on tight, feed the hate that grows and grows

Condemn them, in spite of your faith. Condemn me, in spite of the blood that runs through our veins

Paranoid people in the places you pray

Paranoid in the worst kind of way

Paranoid people by the light of a screen

Turn a blind eye and stay on the edge of your seat

You hang on every word that makes your stomach churn, but there's no way to build a bridge when you'd rather watch it burn

Fan the flame, set me ablaze, fuel the fire with every word you say

Fan the flame, set me ablaze, I'm sick of choking on your every phrase

Paranoid people and the prices we pay

Paranoid in the worst kind of way

Paranoid people by the light of a screen

Turn a blind eye and stay on the edge of your seat

Fan the flame, set me ablaze, I'm sick of choking on your every phrase