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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice 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 wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a headache
to your level
Yeah, 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
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 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 black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For 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 dark black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice 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 wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a headache
to your level
Yeah, 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
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 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 black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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