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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
stains on my hands
And I don't 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 will know my pain
And its black grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For 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 black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
stains on my hands
And I don't 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 will know my pain
And its black grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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