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Hello me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm 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 migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And 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 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm 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 valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm 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 migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And 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 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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