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