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me, meet the me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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 getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to level
Yeah, keep on it's my fault
And an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood on my hands
And I don't where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For 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 past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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 getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to level
Yeah, keep on it's my fault
And an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood on my hands
And I don't where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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