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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's 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 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, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 palms are wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've 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 possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's 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 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, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 palms are wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've 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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