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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false 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
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false 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
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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