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me, the real me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just 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 in
Blood 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 palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you 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 way of life
A dark black past is my
possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just 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 in
Blood 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 palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you 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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