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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight 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 enemy 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are in
stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight 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 enemy 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are in
stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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