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me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false 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 wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false 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 wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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