Brutal Habit

Paranoid

Brutal Habit


I'm in the darkroom where it's comfortable 
The true colors are in the drawer 
If you want to see them you'll have no help 
I'm too lazy or it's something else 
You take the chance and now you see the truth 
You like it? No. It's really hard to choose 
I'm all excited now that it's been done 
I've been violated but it's been fun 

I am destroyed 
I am destroyed 
I am destroyed 
I'm paranoid 

With every turn I grow a new layer of skin 
Someday it'll be so thick you can't get in 
I take trust in only who I love 
And their lives I truly put above 
Someday could I shed my skin? 
Then maybe I could begin again 
A line, a dot, a square, who really cares? 
But once I have them I'll never share