I am afraid to sit in the dark.
I look behind me when I walk.
I am so scared I can't talk.
Somebody stabs me with a fork.

Paranoia I am on my way.
I am so nervous I can't stay.
I have got only one day on my display.
I've finally found it so I scream hurray.

I am so drunk of all that wine.
I need some action I need a line.
This is what they call decline and I think it is all mine.