It's all in your head, you need to unwind Your losing your grip, the paranoia never ends It's all in your head, what you see in your mind There's no reason to trip, the paranoia never ends Sometimes I smash the wall when I'm alone in my room I'm an abusive reclusive like Dr. Doom Parts of darkness descend and consume me You wont believe the gloomy thoughts that run through me I'm proof 20 minutes but if you spend the night Leave the next day like "I don't think his heads on right" Try to talk to myself but I don't listen I've got split personalities and competition And which one's a man that I... I've got issues I could be standing in front of your face and I'm not with you Schitzophrenia, Shane's brains distorted Sort of compulsive, obsessive, disorder Mathematical pattern addict of depraved mind Before I go to bed I hit the light switch seven times Yes, um, never mind, put the knife back Mad Child I'm outta my mind, but I'll be right back There's no one behind you, there's no one beside you There's no one beside you, you know as well as I do There's no voice inside you, that shadow isn't moving You must be losing to confusion having illusions Still you wanna prove it, paranoia That someone might be coming for you, no ones trying to kill you stupid There's no Norman Bates, peeking in your window There's no Patrick Bateman trying to pick you up in limos You pop another pill, to try and calm your nerves But prescriptions make the descriptions a lot worse Your seeing red bursts, and then your head hurts You should have checked under the bed first Crawling on all fours, locking all the doors You must have flown over the cuckoos nest and lost your course I thought I told ya, don't let that shit control ya 'Cause paranoia will destroy ya just a lesson for ya When your mind is acting wild And you swear your insane Can't nothing help you out Of this trap your in You don't know which way to turn And your head is in pain Can't nothing help you out Of this insanity Yo it's paranoia in your brain cell You think the worlds looking at you but you can't tell You need to find yourself a hobby or something and stop frontin' Nobodys out to get you, nobody wants nothin' I think you got a chemical imbalance When theres silence, you swear you hear cops and their sirens Maybe it's a different environment that you need But whatever it is, your minds dying to be free Your trying to perceive with the usual procedures Your chests feeling tight, you think your having seizures Maybe your just trying to hard to fit in You need to let that shit go and get counselling my friend The paranoia never ends, the paranoia never ends.