There is no such thing as paranoia Walking living nightmares embodied in a horrifying form Keep your fears in front of you Or they might crawl up your back These things are based in reason The fact came to life from fiction A response based on condition Reason can quickly abandon the mind On her hands and knees she cleaned up The blood her mother spilt Did you see the look in his lifeless eyes ? The poor boy with a hole in his head Caved in with the claw of a hammer Swung by an arm of cruel intent This is no dream This is happening