| i’m on a train to a confrontation camp
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| i’m on a train to a confrontation camp
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| a paranoia strikes my brain
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| when too many people call my name
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| i’m on a train to a confrontation camp
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| i’m on a train to a confrontation camp
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| i’m on a train
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| please tell me when i have to get off
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| i’m on a train to a confrontation camp
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| i can’t explain, feels like i’m in a cramp
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| is this the way it was supposed to be
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| a respirated chicken that just can’t breathe
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| i’m on a train to a confrontation camp
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| i’m on a train
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| please tell me when i have to get off
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| cause i can’t sleep and i can’t walk
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| and i can’t stand to face your talk
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| i’m so afraid of what you think
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| so let me down before i sink
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| i’m on a train to a confrontation camp
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| i’m on a train
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| i wish it went the other way around
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| a paranoia strikes my brain
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| and all my friends are all the same
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| i’m on a train
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| please tell me, do i have to get off?
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| cause i can’t sleep and i can’t walk
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| and i can’t stand to face your talk
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| i’m so afraid of what you think
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| and when i try to speak my mind
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| my noose get longer all the time
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| protection lies to ease my pain
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| on confrontation campus train… |