When a Dead Man Walks
ParanoiaIn which I think that I'm not confidentblood into my hands I can't denya buzz into my ears that makes me mad
But I don't look backWhile I'm waiting to dieI don't look backIn a weird lullabyI'll carry onAnd the hope in my heart is dry
But I don't look backand I cannot replyI don't look backwhile I'm waiting to lieI'll carry onWhile they want to decide for me
Once again , once again
Living in their cage , living in their cageThey are killing me, killing me
ParanoiaIn which I think I'm not that confidenta tiny hope that burns in my breatha bitter smile delights me at the end