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me, the me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True 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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind 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 trouble 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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 black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True 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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind 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 trouble 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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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