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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
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 getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I 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...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
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 getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I 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...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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