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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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