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Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind 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 sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A black past is my
Most possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to level
Yeah, just keep on it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind 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 sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too will my pain
And smile its black grin
If the war inside my head
Won't a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again
Feeling paranoid
enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting thin
you me...
Now you've acquitted me...
validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
I again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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