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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a migraine headache
to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a migraine headache
to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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