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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 at the bit
And my are 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 stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are closing in
on my hands
And I don't where I've been
I'm in 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 to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will know 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
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 at the bit
And my are 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 stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are closing in
on my hands
And I don't where I've been
I'm in 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 to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will know 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
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've 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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