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me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
or friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its 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 come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
or friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its 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 come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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