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Hello me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or 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 wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like 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 sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you committed 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 misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or 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 wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like 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 sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you committed 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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