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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false 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
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
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 claw back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed 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 way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false 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
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
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 claw back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed 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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