# 3 Paranoid [English translation]

(Hey, how have you been?)

Again on the same couch (Hello)

How does it feel to be the one people meet after they've hit the rock bottom?

I used to come here gladly, (aha), I was searching for my soul

But one can't control themselves (Indeed...)

Dear diary

During the day I concentrated on inhaling

And during the evening to be quiet (shhh)

I'm waiting for every difficult morning

Every single night and keep count of them (Great)

And you're the one who decides

What is wrong and what is right? (Well I wouldn't exactly phrase it that way...)

Being stubborn,

When the mouth says scurrilous shit

Yackety-yack

This is an inquisition

Interest sponsors my own promo video

A big rabbit, Donnie Darko

Egg cartons are filling my walls

Guests who know less say

"What a nice home studio"

No, the heaven is falling

I won't clean or do the dishes anymore

It's futile

The recorder knocks, horrible laughter on the cord

I repent, I can't keep my mouth shut

I'm waiting on the doormat, next to the mail slot

That could they finally visit

Between the shades I'm lurking completely alone

That who is the one following me outside on the shade of the eaves

Psycho, psy-psycho-cho

What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with

Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum

Psycho

Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho

What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with

Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum

Psycho

Pain is just a sensation

Ambulance is just a ride

I can feel myself safe

Until I notice that my home is closed, oops

Scapegoat of the school social worker

The sick mind is the one blocking the toilets

And not any ignorant kid

They don't tend to

They're the ones who raised you too

I'm sorry for existing

I am not sick, not even when having cholera

I am listening to my neighbours like I would be working at Sonera 1

A pizza guy on your door: "Hello, here's the pizza"

Don't open

Treatment plan meeting, room 10

Ten people, ten times

The feelings aren't going to die

Even when each time comparing to the previous one

The only pulse is impulse

Went two-folded

I have the power to turn the waters to wines

I wriggled on the cross, give me a kibbutz

On the mirror, I see Pertti Pasanen, Petri Gerdt and the Number of the Beast

Six Six Sicko

I am more than healthy

But I'm still spending my weekends here

Psycho, psy-psycho-cho

What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with

Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum

Psycho

Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho

What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with

Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum

Psycho

Psycho