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me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just on it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just on it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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