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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my are wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the 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 nice talking to myself
A 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 claw your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my are wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the 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 nice talking to myself
A 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 claw your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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