In the quiet of the night, shadows play,

Whispers in the dark, they never fade away.

Eyes that watch from corners unseen,

A mind that weaves a silent scene.

Paranoia, whispering so low,

In the echoes, fears start to grow.

But in the light, we find our way,

Through the shadows, to a brighter day.

Every step we take, the heart beats fast,

In the maze of thoughts, shadows cast.

But hold on tight, you’re not alone,

In this world, we find our home.

Paranoia, whispering so low,

In the echoes, fears start to grow.

But in the light, we find our way,

Through the shadows, to a brighter day.

Whose eyes are they?

Whose eyes are they?

Whose eyes are they?

Whose, eyes, are, they!?

Paranoia, whispering so low,

In the echoes, fears start to grow.

But in the light, we find our way,

Through the shadows, to a brighter day.