In paranoia I find genius But the ice-dreams have come

with spiritless consequence A hatchet has been hidden

between my eyes A hatchet gift-wrapped in paranoia A

wooden heart never bleeds A wooden heart never bleeds,

yet inextricable thoughts still weave Introspection

fabricated for battle No time has been wasted

Neuroleptic seconds marry electroconvulsive hours In

the cranial freezer, paranoia is the bastard and I

find genius Petrify Paralyze