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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's 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
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking 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
Like 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's 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
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking 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
Like 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 the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm the axe
I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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