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me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A black past is my
possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains 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 are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A black past is my
possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains 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 are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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)
Sweating bullets
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