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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most valued possession
is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's 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 me a headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the are 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come 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 your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A past is my
Most valued possession
is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's 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 me a headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the are 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too will my pain
And its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come 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 your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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