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Hello me, the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
is 20-20
But it's still 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 for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains 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 to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
is 20-20
But it's still 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 for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains 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 to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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