Paranoia
It’s next to me. The desk of the seat of the child Undead.
I saw it last month too. Always watching through the roof.
Haunted by nightmares. I stay awake all night in bed.
Every shadow, every blur, I’d swear I see them move.
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But I don’t swear, I don’t dare.
They’re always listening, they’re always here.
So I wear a mask, I hate to leave my face bare.
I cannot let them see, can’t let them know my fear.
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Everywhere I look, they’re all around.
How no one else sees them makes me mad.
But I never questioned my mind, my logic is sound.
It’s not in my head, they’re as real. It’s not in my head!
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I must admit my weakness.
Illusions and Incorporeals.
I can never tell the difference.
And I don’t kill due to my morals.
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I feel like I’m being pulled by a puppet string.
Am I the head of a hydra? The leg of a spider?
Is my mind really mine? What’s my identity?
I’ve got courage and strength, but I need to be clever.
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I have the numbers. I have the homebase advantage.
But everywhere I look, I am surrounded.
Fears and nightmares never end their enchantment.
I need a team of friends to keep me grounded.
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Forests full of screeching darkness.
They tell me not to stress the jumpscare.
It’s all fake, right? But I sense distress.
I know near the city, Screamers are rare.
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I can see through the heat-seeking visor.
But I am scared of what I’ll see if I look.
Salsan trembles in tension, I know not how to advise her.
I’d try comfort with a hug but my hand is a hook.
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Such a mess, they said it’s not real.
Why does it bring back those memories I hate?
Am I seeing things? Is that an Incorporeal?
Translucent and transparent, that can’t be fake!
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“Over there! Behind the bushes.”
“Captain, there’s nothing there.”
“Sickly glow, wounds with blood gushes.”
“Captain, stop! There’s a trap for a bear!”
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“I didn’t need that leg anyway.”
“Captain, you need medical attention!”
“No, I must continue to track my prey.”
“Chylclanth! Salsan! Stop the Captain!”
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Well, we finally found you, Isuertal.
But you're in worse shape than Greesha.
All covered in blood, you look terrible.
Let’s head back to camp and get you cleaned up.