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