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Hello me, meet the 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
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping 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
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls 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 nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you committed me...
Now you've me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come 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
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping 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
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls 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 nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you committed me...
Now you've me...
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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