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Hello me, meet the me
And my way of life
A black past is my
possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting 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
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside 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 friend?
Anxiety's 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)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A black past is my
possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting 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
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside 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 friend?
Anxiety's 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)
Sweating bullets
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