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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A is my
possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured 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 trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls 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 sharpening the axe
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
I again
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 your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A is my
possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured 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 trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls 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 sharpening the axe
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
I again
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 your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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