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Hello me, the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's 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
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the are in
Blood 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 are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will 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 fingers back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's 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
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the are in
Blood 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 are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will 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 fingers back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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