Lacuna Coil - When A Dead Man Walks

Paranoia...
In which I think that I'm not confident.
Blood into my hand, blood into my hand,
Blood into my hands, I can't deny.
A buzz into my ear that makes me mad.

But I don't look back, while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back, in a weird lullaby,
I carry on, and the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back and I cannot reply.
I don't look back while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on, while they want to decide for me.

Once again, once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me.

Paranoia...
in which I think that I'm not confident.
Tiny hope that burns into my breath.
A bitter smile delights me in the end.

But I don't look back, while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back, in a weird lullaby,
I carry on, and the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back and I cannot reply.
I don't look back, while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on, while they want to decide for me.

Once again, once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me,
killing me!

But I don't look back, while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back, in a weird lullaby,
I carry on, and the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back and I cannot reply.
I don't look back, while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on, while they want to decide for me.

Once again, once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me, killing me...