Paranoia and you can still pretend   How this cross will always mend   Paranoid and the pestilence sets in   What failure looks like when you begin   'Cause you've heard this one before   And it won't stop you from walking out that door   Wasted on nothing but borrowed time   Wasted on the guilt that's all mine   This is how the beautiful decay   And the pain washes the color away   How the wicked find their separate ways   How you'll look on that day   I promise no surprises   Last time I lost myself   I promise no surprises