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me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
enemy 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 are getting wet
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 it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing 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 sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
enemy 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 are getting wet
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 it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing 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 sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too my pain
And smile its tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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