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me, the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
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 for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A 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 your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most possession
Hindsight is 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
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 for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It me a migraine headache
down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know 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
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A 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 your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you me...
Now you've me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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