Death or Paranoia

(Instrumental Intro)

(Verse 1)
Gotta tell you the story of the man
He keeps his hands higher than his own blood
In your hands he will keep you locked up
All the way through the secret night

(Verse 2)
Waiting for the fame
On your way to cross victims
Under no electric grid that he killed
(and put) your face in

(Verse 3)
Hurry up and make it
Or it's just the drums that it made me sane
And I'll do the same again
Watch out, watch out
YEEAAAH!