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Everything looks red Could the tide be turning? Voices in my head Paranoia burning Paranoia burning I don't feel safe Things do not feel roomy I can't save the waif Giants they get to me Turn another page I take another bride I don't need to act my age 'Cause god is on my side Giants they get to me Lock the door Live in dread Giants get you In your bed Lock the door Live in dread Giants get you In your bed From Letras Mania