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me, the real me
And my way of life
A is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And an inch or two distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its 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
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And an inch or two distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its 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
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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