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Hello me, meet the me
And my way of life
A past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of 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 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
down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two 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 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 your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my way of life
A past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of 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 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
down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two 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 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 your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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