Paranoia and you can still pretend,

how this cross will always mend,

paranoia and the pestilence sets in,

what failure looks like when you begin,

cause you`ve heard this one before,

and it won`t stop you from walking out that door,

wasted on nothing but borrowed time,

wasted on the guilt that`s all mine,

this is how the beautiful decay,

and the pain washes the color away,

how the wicked find their seperate ways,

how you`ll look on that day



I promise no surprises,

last time I lost myself,

I promise no surprises