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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A dark black is my
valued possession
is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's 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 migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep 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 closing in
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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark black is my
valued possession
is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's 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 migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep 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 closing in
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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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