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Hello me, the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking to level
Yeah, keep on thinking 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
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 tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once 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 misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
Thinking to level
Yeah, keep on thinking 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
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 tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once 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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