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