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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking 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 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A to dementia
day you too know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy your back
I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking 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 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A to dementia
day you too know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy your back
I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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