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!