Hyde

I can feel someone behind me as I’m walking down these streets

A deep cold breath around my neck that I’m struggling with

I can feel his hands around my throat

I can’t breathe as I’m turning around

No one’s there so I stare through this cold air

As I turn into a nervous wreck

TAKE ME OUT

This is all a paranoia

A sickness in the back of my fucking head! I’m fucking lost!

This is all a paranoia

In the back of my head

A fucking paranoia

A thing inside me wants me dead

I’m fucking paranoid

And it’s dragging me down

Fucking paranoid

A sickness with an evil frown

PARANOID

I am lost