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me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't I've been
I'm in 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 credit to dementia
Some day you too will 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 fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
or 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 the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't I've been
I'm in 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 credit to dementia
Some day you too will 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 fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
or 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 the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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