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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most possession
is always 20-20
But it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains 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 the axe
And my 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 inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most possession
is always 20-20
But it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains 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 the axe
And my 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 inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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