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Paranoid #3

(Hey, how have you been?)
 
Again on the same couch
How does it feel to be the one people meet after they've hit the rock bottom?
I used to come here gladly, (aha), I was searching for my soul
But one can't control themselves (Well yeah that's true...)
Dear diary
During the day I concentrated on inhaling
And during the evening to be quiet (shhh)
I'm waiting for every difficult morning
Every single night and keep count of them (Great)
 
And you're the one who decides
What is wrong and what is right? (Well I wouldn't exactly phrase it that way...)
Being stubborn,
When the mouth says scurrilous shit
Yackety-yack
This is an inquisition
Interest sponsors my own promo video
A big rabbit, Donnie Darko
Egg cartons are filling my walls
Guests who know less say
'What a nice home studio'
 
No, the heaven is falling
I won't clean or do the dishes anymore
It's futile
The recorder knocks, horrible laughter on the cord
I repent, I can't keep my mouth shut
I'm waiting on the doormat, next to the mail slot
That could they finally visit
Between the shades I'm lurking completely alone
That who is the one following me outside on the shade of the eaves
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Pain is just a sensation
Ambulance is just a ride
I can feel myself safe
Until I notice that my home is closed, oops
Scapegoat of the school social worker
The sick mind is the one blocking the toilets
And not any ignorant kid
They don't tend to
They're the ones who raised you too
 
I'm sorry for existing
I am not sick, not even when having cholera
I am listening to my neighbours like I would be working at Sonera 1
A pizza guy on your door: 'Hello, here's the pizza'
Don't open
Treatment plan meeting, room 10
Ten people, ten times
The feelings aren't going to die
Even when each time comparing to the previous one
 
The only pulse is impulse
Went two-folded
I have the power to turn the waters to wines
I wriggled on the cross, give me a kibbutz
On the mirror, I see Pertti Pasanen, Petri Gerdt and the Number of the Beast
Six Six Sicko
I am more than healthy
But I'm still spending my weekends here
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho
 

• 1. Sonera is a former Finnish telecommunications company which has now merged with the Swedish company Telia

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