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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 always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It gives me a headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
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 sharpening the axe
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
I 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 sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It gives me a headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
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 sharpening the axe
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
I 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 sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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