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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 at the bit
And my palms are wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing 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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 at the bit
And my palms are wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing 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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And its tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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