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Hello me, meet the me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
possession
is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, 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 chomping at the bit
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It me a headache
Thinking 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
claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 nice talking to myself
A credit 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
possession
is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, 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 chomping at the bit
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It me a headache
Thinking 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
claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 nice talking to myself
A credit 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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