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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood 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 are getting wet
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 my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
or friend?
Anxiety's 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 the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood 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 are getting wet
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 my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
or friend?
Anxiety's 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 the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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