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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just 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 in
on my hands
And I don't know 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 nice talking to myself
A to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
I again
Feeling paranoid
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 your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just 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 in
on my hands
And I don't know 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 nice talking to myself
A to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
I again
Feeling paranoid
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 your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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