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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
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 wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And an or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in 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 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 your back
I again
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
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 wet
Sweating bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And an or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in 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 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 your back
I again
paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I again
(Whoa)
bullets
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