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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
of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm 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 down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are 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 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 will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For 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 black is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm 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 down to your level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are 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 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 will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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