American Paranoia
Album: Demostration
By: Dead End Scribes
By: Dead End Scribes
Duration
4:13
Genres
Description
A song that goes deep into different perspectives of paranoia. Each member of the group has their own perspective. A darker background beat consisting of guitars and heavy drums. The first verse by CestOne, The second verse by The Thunderman, and the third verse by Sutl. The beat was made by the Thunderman.
Lyrics
Cestone: My heart stops at the sight of the cops My brain stays in the frame of my previous thought Paranoia starts Heart still skipping a beat Hearing increased It's trying to catch me asleep They don't see what I see Or believe what I believe How the spirits came to me and told me everything I need Is inside Don't be afraid we know the way I still feel afraid and I never feel safe And I know if I'm calm And I take a slow breath No one else will see the demon staring Dancing to my left It's a curse to converse with the wretched of the earth But it's worth it to believe I can speak without words Who the fuck am I now? who the fuck was I then? Dark mark sparks panic in the hearts of fellow men Whatever's gotten into me I'm questioning my memory My dogs all see that I'm calm I just pretend to be Forget the past, The mask of sanity is slippin I'm pickin a time to die, I despise this decision These thoughts that destroy Little whispers in the ear Used to be a faint whisper But now it's getting clear Without fear I proceed my life is a mistake Face to face with the reaper Am I asleep? Am I awake? Try to take a little time Decide if I should live Does it really seem worth it? Something's got to give The Thunderman: The clock ticks Never understanding the damage it deals My minds scrambling to handle it on the reals My breathin gets heavy Inner visions get dark Feel the stress in my chess Blood floods out my heart Yes but who sees? Who are you to believe? I foresee that everybody I love to be deceived Is my existence all that I know? I remain quiet so the violence won't show Visitations to doctors Proctoring my case Face to face operation With no option to escape No stopping it's too late I've been labeled a psycho path Forever fallen off of the righteous path Now I take pills instead of needle shots Fantasizing funerals become an easy thought And my family's thinkin That my sanity's sinkin And I plan to be randomly Canned in the extinction And at the end of the day It's just me on my own Surrounded by people But I'm always alone With that empty feeling folowing that filthy old guilt trip Compelling me to grab the pen and pad so I can spill shit It's real shit The devil dwells in the human mind Spreading doubt throughout Now I'm stuck up on the futile signs Scary thing, Take a look you just might see Everybody in this city's feeling just like me Sutl: What if I were to die? Would anybody notice it? Did I live out my life enough to put a close to it? And not regret it? Who would fret it? Just pathetic borderline schizophrenic And his heads a mess but his pencils shredding Cause the page seems to be the only one who won't forget it Aside from himself He longs to Hide from himself But even if he was to survive past tonight What the fucks he gonna do with only half a life A slave to his worries, now forever enclosed To a cold lonely soul Who feels like he's never alone This very minute's in a standstill No motivation cause he can't feel His thought waves are blastin He craves to take his ego and make some drastic changes But can't mask it Can't mask what was carved by time No matter how hard I try Man it scarred my mind I glance at it with an awkward eye The second you were born is when you start to die
