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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 back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know where 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 nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually 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 getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the walls are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know where 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 nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
paranoid
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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