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