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me, 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 mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I 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 mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True 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 are getting wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
stains on my hands
And I don't know I've been
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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