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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 always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are 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
bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For 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 always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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 me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are 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
bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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