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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
possession
is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually 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 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, keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
on my hands
And I don't I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will 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 claw back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
possession
is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually 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 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, keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are closing in
on my hands
And I don't I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will 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 claw back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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