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me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or false 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 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 migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are in
Blood 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or false 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 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 migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are in
Blood 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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