Disclaimer: I think it's pretty obvious that I didn't create Paranoia Agent. There is no way I could create something so genius, so chillingly delicious, so poignant, and so awesomely deep, whatever that's supposed to mean. And don't try to sue me. Because if you did, I might get worried. I might start thinking about it more and more and more. And more and more and ...(hears the soft sound of approaching rollerblade wheels…) (winces at the approaching sound) well…you get the idea…don't sue me…I just remembered, there's somewhere I gotta be right now (runs away, screaming) DON'T BAT ME!
Boy
Fear is your answer.
We demand the impossible of you.
We ask questions to which you do not have answers.
We don't thank you for what you do.
We don't accept you for you.
We don't give you anything to work with.
We block you in as we block you out.
We isolate you.
We abandon you.
We smother you.
We kill you slowly.
We couldn't care less.
To us…
Your answer is our fear.
For we demand the impossible of each other
Ask question without answers
Don't thank one another
Don't accept one another
Isolate
Abandon
Smother
Kill
And we don't care.
And your answer is fear.
You are the boy.
You are the nameless phantom.
You are the kid next door.
You are the nightmare we always feared we'd create.
You are the agony and the ecstasy also.
You are the signature of our times.
You are what happens when the everyday becomes a monster.
You are what happens when things go wrong.
Fear is in our eyes.
Fear on our televisions…
Fear on the streets…
Fear in our dreams…
Fear of our children…
Fear of our neighbors…
Fear of our society…
Fear of the dark…
Fear of ourselves.
Fear is your answer.
You answer the unanswerable question.
You answer the question of the ages.
You know what we don't know
But deep down
Always guessed.
You cut through the lies
We told ourselves out of convenience.
"What is wrong
With people today?"
Fear is your answer.
You gave us something we always asked for
But never really wanted.
You were never to blame.
We hold our own responsibility for our fates.
You made us take it.
You collected the dues
In the only way you could.
You are the dark martyr.
You are the life.
You are the death.
You are the boy.
Why?
We will probably never stop asking you why.
And your answer?
Paranoia
Is the most dangerous indulgence of all.
The End...