Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left.
I don't know what stressed me first,
Or how the pressure was fed,
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head.
Like a face that I hold inside.
A face that awakes when I close my eyes.
A face watches every time I lie.
A face that laughs every time I fall...
