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me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't 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 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 a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True 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 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
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't 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 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 a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True 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 at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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