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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood 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 palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
of assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
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
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
Blood 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 palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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