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me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
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
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on it's my fault
And an or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its 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
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
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
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on it's my fault
And an or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its 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
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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