They follow me, they follow me
They chase and they beat me
I suffer from paranoia
No one can understand me
I run away, I run away
I have I'm slowly getting fed up with myself
They follow me, they follow me
They chase and they beat me
In the morning the dream is over
Woke up and no longer high
I'm scared and hear them coming
Still in a daze from my dream
This roaring, noise, stomping
I can feel it dancing in my brain
In the morning the dream is over
Woke up and no longer high
Persecution mania, persecution mania
Everyone has to believe in it
Persecution mania, persecution mania
You are their catch, their red line
/>Persecution mania, persecution mania
Thank God, maybe it's your death
Persecution mania, persecution mania
Everyone has to believe in it
You're tormenting me, you're tormenting me
They are tearing my arms out
Oh what a horror
I suffer from paranoia
I'm slowly starting to believe it myself
And don't run away, it's no use
I'll get drunk and then run
In the evening I'll go to rest
Close my little eyes
Sweet dreams from my enemies
Hær they climb through the window
In the morning the dream is over
Woke up and no longer high
I'm scared and hear them coming
Still in a daze from my dream
/>This roaring, noise, stomping
I feel it dancing in my brain
In the morning the dream is over
Woke up and no longer high
Persecution mania, persecution mania
Everyone has to believe in it
Persecution mania, persecution mania
You are their catch, their red line
Persecution mania, persecution mania
Everyone has to believe in it
Persecution mania, Paranoia
You are their catch, their red line
Persecution mania, paranoia
Thank God, maybe it's your death
Persecution mania, paranoia
Everyone has to believe in it

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