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