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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A dark black is my
possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy 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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble 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 credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark black is my
possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy 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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble 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 credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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