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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 back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in 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 migraine headache
Thinking to level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know 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 back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 sharpening the axe
Here 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 back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in 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 migraine headache
Thinking to level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know 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 back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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