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me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
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 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 tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will know 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
paranoid
True 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
valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
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 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 tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will know 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
paranoid
True 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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