I see the circles forming   Forming circles of a common thread – a clandestine horde against me   That’s what I think about when I’m in bed   It’s all so very clear now – everything’s about me is what I find   A clandestine horde against me – defensive strategies are in my mind      Deception is a must – there’s no one I can trust   Excuses are my lust – the truth has bit the dust   You tip-toe to me you’re attempting to disarm me   You’re walking softly but there’s nothing I find harmless   People and situations – it’s all food for my paranoia   Coincidence and chances – it’s all food for my paranoia   Reality – it’s all food for my paranoia   Life – it’s all food for my paranoia      I feel the growing tension   A growing tension between me and them – why do they criticize me?   I think they’re driven by their jealousy   Their plot is hidden with a friendly smile but they’re still driving my nightmare train   I’m analyzing every single word – defensive strategies are in my brain      I know you’re talking about me!