In Paranoia کے بول

In paranoia i find genius but the ice-dreams have come With spiritless consequence a hatchet has been hidden Between my eyes a hatchet gift-wrapped in paranoia a Wooden heart never bleeds a wooden heart never bleeds, Yet inextricable thoughts still weave introspection Fabricated for battle no time has been wasted Neuroleptic seconds marry electroconvulsive hours in The cranial freezer, paranoia is the bastard and i Find genius petrify paralyze