Paranoia.

Paranoia

I got confused just the other day
picked up the phone
not knowing what to say
confusion builds like a pack of cards
stacked in a pyramid between my ears
i fear
i fear
all the people
your minds
paranoia
hour by hour
keeps me chilled
like a zombie
or a ghost
a shadow
of what i could have been
you see
im blind
lost in confusion
not knowing the difference
between right or wrong
green lights mean stop
red ones mean go
we dont keep milk in the fridge on thursdays
its ok to ride on the pavement
its alright to steal
if you dont know
right from wrong
confusion
is there no such thing as good guys
i guess i must be evil
i guess i must be evil after all
because i dont know
right
right from wrong
then again as i steal another breath
from this day dream
i realise
i dont know right from left
so i guess i cant even have been born
if i dont belong
whats the difference
between right and wrong