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