They warn me of this
Warn me of that
Over and over again
They think repetition
Is the only way to impact me
But I notice their words
I heed them
And every time I hear them
They\'re carved deeper in my perception
So my paranoia grows
Constant and intense
Surrounding me
Each thing I do wrapped in it like a cruel gift
And now while life threatens my happiness
Death is an old friend
I\'m willing to give in to him