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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
is always 20-20
But it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, 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
Blood 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
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark past is my
Most valued possession
is always 20-20
But it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or 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 getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, 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
Blood 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
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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