When A Dead Man Walks

When A Dead Man Walks

"What could you be able to think about, if you could know exactly when you'll die?"

Paranoia
In which I think that I'm not confident
blood into my hands I can't deny
a buzz into my ears that makes me mad

But I don't look back

While I'm waiting to die
I don't look back
In a weird lullaby
I'll carry on

And the hope in my heart is dry

But I don't look back
and I cannot reply
I don't look back
while I'm waiting to lie
I'll carry on
While they want to decide for me

Once again

Living in their cage
They are killing me

Paranoia
In which I think I'm not that confident
a tiny hope that burns in my breath
a bitter smile delights me at the end