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Hello me, the real me
And my way of life
A dark is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking 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 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 to dementia
day you too will my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my way of life
A dark is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking 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 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 to dementia
day you too will my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted 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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