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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell 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
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on 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 where 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 talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
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 come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell 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
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on 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 where 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 talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
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 come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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