By Dan Hoeweler
Dear Reverend Paranoia why do you force me to see,
a world that I cannot flee.
Dear Reverend Paranoia why do you tell,
of a world from the depths of hell.
I will blast you with pills,
till you cry with shrills.
You will battle me with voices,
till I shriek from those noises.
You preach me confusion,
and a horrible illusion.
I listen to your delusion, and your false solution,
You think you will win,
but instead will pay for your sin,
of sending your ploys,
to a man who receives many joys,
from destroying your noise.
And so you will die,
by a man who will not cry,
from your visions and might,
and your cowardly fight.