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Hello me, meet the real me
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 at the bit
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are closing in
Blood stains 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too 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 claw your back
Here 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...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling 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 at the bit
And my are wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It me a headache
Thinking to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
the are closing in
Blood stains 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 talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too 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 claw your back
Here 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...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
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