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me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
valued possession
is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And 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 know where I've been
I'm in 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 to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
valued possession
is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And 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 know where I've been
I'm in 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 to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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