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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, on it's my fault
And an or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood 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
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
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 back it's a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, on it's my fault
And an or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood 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
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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