New York Vibes In The Lower East Brain,
Creeping up behind you trying to drive you insane.
First they turn the lights out just to watch you drown.....
    in paranoia.
You look around to see if you can find your shoes,
Discover that your knife is not there.
So you reach for the hammer lying there on the floor,
Hoping they don't discover what is more and more.....
    becoming paranoia.
The meek become the bold so you bolt for the door,
To find it locked and chained down to the basement you go.
Running like a rat trying to get out of his hole, Thinks that he has lost his soul......
    paranoia.
There's no way out and your bluff's running low,
So you decide to give it all you got with one last go.
Gonna build a little fire get out in the flames,
But your last match is blown out by a huge blaze.....
    of paranoia.
But I'm gonna face my fear, face my fear, face my fear cause I don't wanna
    burn, burn, burn.