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Hello me, the real me
And my way of life
A dark black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy 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 chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't 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 wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy 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 chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't 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 wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming 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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