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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight 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 enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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 never tame me
It me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know 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
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your 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 is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight 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 enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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 never tame me
It me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know 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
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
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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