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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
is always 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep 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 closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my palms are wet
bullets
Well, me, it's to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
is always 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep 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 closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm the axe
And my palms are wet
bullets
Well, me, it's to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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