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me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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 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 level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls 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 palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too 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 claw back
I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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 dark black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking 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 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 level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls 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 palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too 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 claw back
I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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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