# 3 Paranoid [English translation]

(Hey, how have you been?)

Again on this same couch

How does it feel to be the one that is always met when he's at his lowest?

Before I liked coming here, I was searching for my soul

But one can't guide oneself (Indeed)

Dear diary

Today I concentrated on breathing

And being quiet at night

I'm waiting for every difficult morning

Every single night and I keep track on them (That's great)

Is it you who tells me

what's right or wrong here

(Well, I wouldn't say that actually)

I'm thinking that old man to be ice hockey player when my mouth says foul things

Njää njää njää

This is inquisition

Intern sponsoring my promotional video

Big rabbit, Donnie Darko

The walls are covered with egg cartons

Those guests who don't know better say:

"Oh, how nice home studio"

No, but it feels like that the sky falls on me

I no longer clean or do the dishes

It's useless

The recorder is ticking, the tape has terrible laugh in it

I repent, I can't keep my mouth shut

I'm waiting on the doormat by the mail slot

Maybe they come and visit me at last

I'm looking through the window shades isolated

Who is that stalking me outside in the shadow of the eaves

Owiehead, owie-owiehead-head

How terrible, what we have to endure

If you just could ever

Keep things to the minimum

Owiehead

Owiehead, owiehead, owie-owiehead-head

How terrible, what we have to endure

If you just could ever

Keep things to the minimum

Owiehead

Pain is just a feeling

Ambulance is just a means of transportation

You can feel safe

Until you notice that you're locked in (Oops)

The patsy of the school curator

That sick mind, always flooding the toilets

Surely not a kid who doesn't know better

They are not usually like that

They raised you as well

Sorry that I exist

I'm not sick, not even if I had cholera

I'm listening to my neighbours, like I was working for the phone company

Pizza delivery man at your door: "Hello, here's the pizza"

(Don't open)

Treatment meeting, room number ten

Ten people, ten times

I'm sure that I can't contain myself

Even though they compare every time to the previous one

The only pulse is the impulse

I folded myself twice

I have the power to turn water into wine

I was wriggling by the cross, just give me a kibbutz

I can see a comedian in the mirror

And a suicide bomber and the mark of the devil

Six six asshole

I'm more than healthy

But still I spend my holidays here

Owiehead, owie-owiehead-head

How terrible, what we have to endure

If you just could ever

Keep things to the minimum

Owiehead

Owiehead, owiehead, owie-owiehead-head

How terrible, what we have to endure

If you just could ever

Keep things to the minimum

Owiehead

Owiehead

• Artist:Pyhimys
• Album:Paranoid