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Hello me, the me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
is 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting 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 tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, on it's my fault
And an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
is 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting 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 tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, on it's my fault
And an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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