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me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false 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 palms are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't where I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I 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 the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false 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 palms are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't where I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I 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 the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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