When the Paranoia sets in,
time is a wave against you;
they won’t allow you to fade.

Their footsteps
are all you hear
when the Paranoia sets in.

They hang your sorrows
in front of your face,
they won’t allow you to fade.

Your eyes are frail,
your hands shake
when the Paranoia sets in.

They’ve locked you tight
to these chains at your ribs,
they won’t allow you to fade.

Nothing, it seems,
can keep you sane
when the Paranoia sets in;
they won’t allow you to fade.