The Immigrants - Paranoia

Sharp red eyes,
Sticking glue on my growing forehead,
Remain in the dark,
With your hidden blades but wide open heads,
I’m left on my own,
Fighting alone, but I can beat a million,
Life is war,
Don’t trust your daughter don’t trust your son.

I see your actions, I see you move,
But trays are covered, I have no proof,
Call me weirdo, who needs some help,
You want to turn me against myself.
Hit me it makes me stronger, awakes my blood desire.

Merging lights,
Who took my glasses, the whole world collapses,
I won’t calm down,
You’re a bloody woman, what do you know?
Not a big deal,
You must have heard them, getting in again,
You foolish old man,
Your heart let the clear facts, pierce your careful eyes.

I see your actions, I see you move,
But trays are covered, I have no proof,
Call me weirdo, who needs some help,
You want to turn me against myself.
Hit me it makes me stronger, awakes my blood desire.

Pa-pa-ranoia, Pa-pa-ranoia, Pa-pa-ranoia, Pa-pa-ranoia.
Two knives in my back,
That’s all what life has left,
For me.


Painter artwork,
Attacks the wall,
Creating slices,
Sating all those thirsty calls,
Her purgatory,
The honest red,
The proud creation,
Smiling off my hammerhead.

I saw your actions, I saw you move,
But trays discovered, you’re the proof,
Called me weirdo? Now you need help,
Your witchcraft fooled me, I broke the spell.
I killed you, it made me stronger, strangled my blood desire.

A smiling mouth, whose eyes want to cry,
Mister guilt is reaching for the knife.
Looking for the way of painful end of life,
Stab the rotten mind or the bleeding heart!

I saw your actions, I saw you move,
But trays discovered, you’re the prove,
Called me weirdo? Now you need help,
Your witchcraft fooled me, I broke the spell.
I killed you, it made me stronger, strangled my blood desire.