When A Dead Man Walks — Lacuna Coil

Paranoia In which I think that I'm not confident blood into my hands I can't deny a buzz into my ears that makes me mad

But I don't look back

While I'm waiting to die I don't look back In a weird lullaby I'll carry on

And the hope in my heart is dry

But I don't look back and I cannot reply I don't look back while I'm waiting to lie I'll carry on While they want to decide for me

Once again

Living in their cage They are killing me

Paranoia In which I think I'm not that confident a tiny hope that burns in my breath a bitter smile delights me at the end