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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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 chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking 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
Like the walls are in
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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its 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 again
Feeling paranoid
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 at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I 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 back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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 chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking 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
Like the walls are in
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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its 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 again
Feeling paranoid
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 at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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