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Hello me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of 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 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 me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood 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 the axe
And my are 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 grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your 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 black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of 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 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 me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood 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 the axe
And my are 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 grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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