Paranoid

My eyes are growing like the black holes on the wall
'Suppose I'm sitting in the only corner of this round hall
Should be so many people around here
but where are all the others
And it's getting evil around here
but only thing that really bothers
Are those green eyes all around the room
Those big angel eyes circling 'round like doomed

My legs are wired and none of your five hands are obeying
Masters of this riot, when some higher voice is saying.

"Mate, you gotta concentrate."
well, why should we concentrate at all,
My mind is blowing like the colours on the wall
So I stay by the window, but still I hear those calls.

My legs are tired and none of your five hands are obeying
Masters of this riot, when some higher voice is saying
"Avoid the void and let the healing spirit in you
before you're going paranoid"
It's just five of us in the room of mushrooms.

Oh, I see that older man,
He's doing the best he can
And still I know that older man,
He's yelling "I am Amsterdamned!"

It's hard sometimes.so not

higher voice in your head is saying
"Avoid the void and let the healing spirit in you
so you're happily going paranoid with the five of us in the room of
mushrooms."



Credits
Writer(s): Terence Michael Butler, William T. Ward, Ozzy Osbourne, F. Frank Iommi
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