Paranoia
Everywhere I look they're always after me
Dangling from a hook I cannot run I cannot flee
These bars across my windows are echoing the pain
This capsule around my neck for when they come again
LAPD is their name
FBI and CIA
Black umbrellas sreaked with grey
Waiting for the final day
Weapons drawn on the ground they lay
TNT in my microwave
Hold my stand and there I stay
Government grants to take me away
Living for the night I see my entity
Crying in the night, envisioned fright embracing me
They find justification in the mocking of the meek
The skies are warm and sunny but the air is black and bleak
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