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Hello me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is 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 me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, 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 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
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
Here I come again
paranoid
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 the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is 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 me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, 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 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
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers back
Here I come again
paranoid
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 the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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