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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
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 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 know my pain
And smile its 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
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
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
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 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 know my pain
And smile its 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
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
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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