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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in 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
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on 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 know where I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
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 dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in 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
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on 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 know where I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
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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