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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 looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating 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 your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating 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 your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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