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Hello me, meet the me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But 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 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
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But 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 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
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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