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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured 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
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but 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 distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too my pain
And its black 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
Feeling paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
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 valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured 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
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but 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 distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too my pain
And its black 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
Feeling paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
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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