Walking down a hardwood floor   I had this deja vu before   To watch and wait is only to go mad   Be careful how you move ahead   Wherever you may lay your head   You’ll lose the things you never knew you had      Parasites that lurk around   Offering handouts by the pound   They’ll rent you if you aren’t up for sale   Lots of talk and lots of action   They want your name to join their faction   History will grab you by the tail      I was staring at an open book   The pages turned the buildings shook   I tried to get away I tried to hide   I heard a perfect stranger say   “He wants her but he’s lost the way”   Forever trying to get back by your side      If by chance you lose control   If they think you’ve got no soul   Maybe they’ll ignore you   I’m not afraid of what I see   The only thing that frightens me   Is paranoia      Sirens on the street below   Calling all who want a show   The privilege of pleasures for the crowned   Time is tasteless time is cold   It acts so swiftly on the bold   A rolling stone it tends to wear down round   A rolling stone it rolls and rolls around      If by chance you lose control   If they think you’ve got no soul   Maybe they’ll ignore you   I’m not afraid of what I see   The only thing that frightens me   Is paranoia