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Hello me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
is 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 chomping at the bit
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't 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
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 take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
is 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 chomping at the bit
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't 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
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 take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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