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me, the real me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or 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
down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains 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
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too know my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
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 way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
or 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
down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains 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
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too know my pain
And its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
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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