Testo di The Paranoid

This smell of isolation A hall of mirrors multiplying Grotesque features of a golden idol Melting fast in the fires of confession And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame Dim lights from a dying coal cast a silhouette upon the soot-smeared window the unsolvable crime And the heart implodes like a faithless star Beating backwards, beating fast Black coals of nothingness Beyond redemption And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame