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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most possession
is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
to level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And an or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking 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 back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most possession
is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
to level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And an or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking 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 back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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