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Hello me, the real me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
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 for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta 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 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
bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take 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
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
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 for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta 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 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
bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take 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
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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