Paranoia is the lie
It's the larve of my sick mind
There is nothing telling me
So I will stand the infection
of my brain
Trying
to cleanse the infection
that is only fiction.
Within myself to be
what I'm/What I became
For this time I lost my friends
I'm left alone within my mind
I want to keep the last remorse
before than you aliminate my life
Clarity
It's the end of a tunnel
a life out of control
Psycho Circle
draw your shape on my face
it is my final beat.
