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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
enemy or false 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 at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a headache
down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
enemy or false 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 at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a headache
down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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