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!


Lyrics submitted by Ken Braley

Pear-o-noya song meanings
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