| Strangers at the door, voices down the hall | |
| Wait, there's more than one | |
| Thought I was come alone | |
| Should I use the phone, should I try to run | |
| Whenever I'm up late, reality just do unwind | |
| Feel like I'm losing up, a prisoner in my own mind | |
| I keep waking up and thinking someone's at the door | |
| I keep running open to the shadows on the floor | |
| Makes it sound silly, voices call my name | |
| But I can't ignore them, I can't ignore | |
| All night and day, suffering the strain | |
| Of PARANOIA, PARANOIA | |
| I can't run away, when you're wide awake | |
| You gotta face what's in front of ya | |
| But I was afraid, but I knew I had to stay | |
| With whom I've become | |
| There's someone peeping close, someone's peeping close | |
| Over my shoulder, shoulder | |
| When I turn around, then I turn around | |
| And I know it, know it | |
| I keep waking up and thinking someone's at the door | |
| I keep running open to the shadows on the floor | |
| Makes it sound silly, voices call my name | |
| But I can't ignore them, I can't ignore | |
| All night and day, suffering the strain | |
| Of PARANOIA, PARANOIA |