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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives 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
the walls are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives 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
the walls are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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