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Hello me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 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 migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood 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 the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
day you too will 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 again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 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 migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood 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 the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
day you too will 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 again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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