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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell 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 wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It 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
Like the walls are in
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 wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell 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 wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It 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
Like the walls are in
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 wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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