Paranoia and you can still pretend,
how this cross will always mend,
paranoia and the pestilence sets in,
what failure looks like when you begin,
cause you`ve heard this one before,
and it won`t stop you from walking out that door,
wasted on nothing but borrowed time,
wasted on the guilt that`s all mine,
this is how the beautiful decay,
and the pain washes the color away,
how the wicked find their seperate ways,
how you`ll look on that day
I promise no surprises,
last time I lost myself,
I promise no surprises
