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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most possession
is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
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 keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't where I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will 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 claw back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most possession
is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
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 keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't where I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will 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 claw back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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