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