PARANOID
I'll twist your mind, I'll make you scream
Make nightmares of your hopes and dreams.
Your minds my toy to warp and tear,
You picture hell I'll take you there.
Black is white, white is black
And sanity you will lack.
Fragmented world, reality skewered
Food for thought
Your thoughts my food
And in the end
It's all your choice
Influenced of course by my enduring voice
Free will you'll have
Though options are few
But in the end
It's up to you