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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 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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 wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 the axe
And my palms are wet
bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too know 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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 wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 the axe
And my palms are wet
bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too know 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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