I’m an ammonite turned completely to stone, waiting to be found by you Surely that’s forbidden play, staring at the clock’s second hand needle going around
The words are like grit from the palm Smoothly, smoothly spilling over
Paranoia, paranoia, in a dream I can’t wake from Paranoia, paranoia, continuing to dance Paranoia, paranoia, it’s a dream I can’t wake from, so Paranoia, paranoia, it’s reflecting the world entirely in monochrome
I can only hear the sound of my heart, waiting in this terribly quiet darkness Surely this is a beautiful self-sacrifice, because the clock’s sharp second hand needle hurts
I try to remember the things I’ve lost, but Glittering, glittering, they’ve run away from me
Paranoia, paranoia, in a dream I can’t wake from Paranoia, paranoia, what am I feeling? Paranoia, paranoia, I’m having a dream I can’t wake from Paranoia, paranoia, if I have my knees, how lonely am I?
“Is that alright?” “Is this alright?” “Really?” “It doesn’t matter.” “I don’t know.” “I want to know.” Wondering to myself————.
Paranoia, paranoia, in a dream I can’t wake from Paranoia, paranoia, continuing to dance Paranoia, paranoia, it’s a dream I can’t wake from, so Paranoia, paranoia, it’s reflecting the world entirely in monochrome Entirely in monochrome