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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or false 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
stains 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 wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw back
I again
Feeling paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or false 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
stains 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 wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw back
I again
Feeling paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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