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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's 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
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's 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
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains on my hands
And I don't know 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 to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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