Paranoia

Conspiracy theories,
With truths right under our noses,
But we don't see them,
Because they hide it from us.

They want to control us,
They want to destroy us.
Population reduction,
Workers camps.
All this right on our soil.

Or so They say.

Looking around furtively,
Not sure who to trust,
Who is real,
And who is part of the lies.

And who created these lies?
And who is trying to feed you the truth?
Because they try to control your thoughts too.
So many theys,
That trust becomes hard to give.

Everywhere you look you start to see things,
People that are not as they seem.
Is that simply a man in a suit,
Or is he someone sent to watch you?
Are They listening right now?

You say the Holocaust can never happen again,
Will never happen again,
But They tell a different story.
Open up your eyes, look around you.
This place is not safe.

And so, the doubts start creeping in,
And with it, the fears,
So many fears.
And reality starts to blur,
With what They say is lurking out there.

But somehow, no one else has heard of this.
Or only a small group.
Is it because no one cares,
No one fights back,
No one knows.
Or simply because none of it is true.

 Paranoia sets in.

And as they take you away,
White white walls surrounding you,
'I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!'
But nobody hears you,
They don't hear you
Because they won't listen to what you say.

I huddle on the Subway,
Let it rock me into a false sense of security,
Is that a homeless man,
Or an agent in disguise?

I close my eyes,
And try to block out the images,
And the words,
The words that just keep coming.

And I look inwards,
And try to remember what I believe in,
Who I believe in.

I hate it when They make me doubt everything,
Because sometimes I'm just not sure what I believe.