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