G.O.N.

It could be serious
My head is delirious
Like I canʼt even trust in myself
Itʼs bad for my health
Paranoia is bugginʼ
And doubt is there tugginʼ
I get the feeling that
Something badʼs coming
I donʼt know if I am even real
I think therefore I am
But itʼs not clear
I donʼt understand how I should feel
Where else could I be?
Cult of us
Making up a sense of purpose
I canʼt even lie to myself
Blame someone else
Good old neon, unloving
A belief in **** all, nothing
My heart beats in half-time
Pumpinʼ