Paranoia is a sword through your head.

When will you whined up dead?

That being said...

You will be fed,

Lots of meds...

Oh they will find out what's wrong with you

As they will find out with me too.

The voice in your head tells you that you are paranoid

Oh, the dread!

Do you wish to be dead?

The happy space inside your head is now a void.

You are destroyed.

Paranoia ravages you.

But you are never alone, we are in your head too.