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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in 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 headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And an inch or two outta distance
Mankind 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black 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
or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is 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)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in 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 headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And an inch or two outta distance
Mankind 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black 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
or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is 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)
Sweating bullets
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