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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is 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
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting 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 misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is 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
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting 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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