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me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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 headache
to level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
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 are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is 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 headache
to level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
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 are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
day you too know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For stupidity...
I'm at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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