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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 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 an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false 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 the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 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 an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false 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 the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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