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me, the me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
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
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 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 back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you committed me...
Now you've 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 black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
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
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 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 back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you committed me...
Now you've 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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