(There's something wrong)

Woken by a false alarm screeching

Bat's within an arm's reach, and now you can't sleep, 'cause you've noticed your heart beating

Paranoia's sat in rooms watching

Clock the camera move, stop

Another happy family food shopping

Keep looking, I'm never gone

I'm paranoia, the reason the people you trust is less than one

Be careful of what you're stepping on: diseased needles, loose slabs of concrete, the wrong feet

You're not safe, danger!

Double-check you shut the door

Clock one figure in the alley and there could be more

Too aware of every breath of polluted air you take

Stomach's sore, you assume the worst

Don't be hesitant to check again, slowly though

Don't make it obvious, they might know you know

Your home's a death trap

Safe as houses is a clever term made to make you relax

Thus being less alert on the day they attack

Was that a noise or are you paranoid?

Fuck what your friends think, it's not you that's crazy

Was that a noise or are you paranoid?

Fuck what your friends think, it's not you that's crazy

Take caution, telling you to chill is poor advice

When there's a chance that bang wasn't the water pipes

Could be life or death, so hurry, drag yourself out of that paranoid nightmare

And wipe the sweat from your tired eyes to check

And I don't need to remind you about the shiny butcher knife beside your bed

A reoccurring theme, better safe than sorry

Even though smiling is now rare

(Remember)

Killing is the favourite hobby of at least one of them fucking scumbags out there

(Call me paranoia)

No-one's a hundred percent sound

Don't believe anything your boy's say, and only trust bitches from the neck down

Pain in your chest could be heart failure, or a swollen lung

Death doesn't care if you're only young

Free your mind, every shadow on the street at night could potentially be the last person you see alive

At parties, before you check for birds

Scan the room for household objects that you can use as weapons first

Someone's in that car-park outside, shit, he clocked you looking

Could be thieves or fucking cops or something

Now you look suspicious, hide everything, and then check they're still there

And if they're gone they're testing you again

The television brainwashes through some unknown frequency

But promotes me for free so keep watching, and believe nothing

Was that a noise or are you paranoid?

Fuck what your friends think, it's not you, that's crazy

Was that a noise or are you paranoid?

Fuck what your friends think, it's not you, that's crazy

(Was that a n-)

Was that a noise or are you paranoid?

Fuck what your friends think, it's not you, that's crazy

Was that a noise or are you paranoid?

Fuck what your friend's think

Was that a n-

Paranoid

Fuck what your friends think

(Maybe it's like pure chemistry, maybe that's what's wrong with me, bad chemistry. All my problems and anxiety could be reduced to a chemical imbalance or some kind of misfiring synapses. I need to get help from them, I'll still be ugly though, nothing's gonna change that)