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