You look at us,

Pale reflection,

Lost amongst the masses,

Feeding off of your messiah,

We are so different,

Yet oh so very close,

Predatory instincts,

Not far from home.

 

Is our laughter so cold,

When you feed on violence,

And we only sustain,

You look for pleasure in agony,

While we search for survival,

How close are we?

While we search for our survival,

We see how far away we are

 

Separated by a sense of desire,

Separated by a sense of passion,

We are but the ones,

That you wish you could be,

To good to be human…

To good to be anything else

Oh yes... to good to be human,

We’re fucking paranormal

 

The cold embrace that we succumb,

Is not a path of the chosen,

Your path of fulfillment and sin,

Is a path to be chosen,

A path to be enjoyed,

To good to be human...

Oh yes... to good to be human…

To good to be fucking human...

Oh yes… Oh yes…
 

Specters, deflectors, a mockery of illumination

We’re growing up in a catatonic generation

With their shadowy selves feeding the demons of tomorrow

We gotta check for those who wish to borrow

Cause these soul suckers will take everything away

If we let them, so we gotta protect ourselves every day,

Cause Heaven and hell, and everything in between,

It's all the same, don't you know what I mean,

We’re living here with the demons right now,

Our whole life is god damn Paranormal,

So put on your tin foil hat, and set up your pentacle,

Or else possession might become your next obstacle.