Conspiracy Theory by Logan brown

They’re all against me
This is no fun
They’re all against me
I’m on the run

The fear is mounting
As they come
The fear is mounting
I race the gun

Slowly growing bigger now
It starts to overwhelm
Slowly growing bigger now
Filling up this realm

Getting bigger with each day
My trust is slowly falling
Getting bigger with each day
I’m on the ground and crawling

The paranoia is almost unbearable
It’s pushing me to my limit
The paranoia is almost unbearable
It’s telling me to end it

They’re all against me
Can’t you see
They’re all against me
They can’t get me

It’s so quiet here all alone


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