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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
valued possession
is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice 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 trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I again
paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
valued possession
is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice 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 trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I again
paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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