A letter to my friend Paranoia,
saying: they are after me,
I don't know why or how,
Anything I do, they can see.
Will they hurt or kill me?
Will they plan or scheme?
Fuck knows, nothing they say is honest,
They'll most likely dump me into a stream.
Gather the tinfoil, it's time to fight,
It's time for these people to know,
I know they are after me,
After all, they are my foe.