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Hello me, the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't 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 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 your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming 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 is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy 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
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the are in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't 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 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 your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming 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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