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Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
is 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True 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 are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black is my
Most valued possession
is 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
paranoid
True 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 are getting wet
bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a headache
down to level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood 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 palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will 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 claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True or false friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I come again
(Whoa)
bullets
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