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Hello me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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 headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on it's my fault
And stay an or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth 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 or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you 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 past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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 headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on it's my fault
And stay an or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth 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 or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you 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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