Hello me, meet the real me —
And my misfits way of life.
A dark black past is
My most valued 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.
Feeling paranoid,
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me,
And my hair is getting thin.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got into yet.
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet.
Sweating bullets…
Hello me, it's me again,
You can subdue, but never tame me.
It gives me a migraine headache
Sinking down to your level.
Yeah, just keep on thinking 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 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 into yet.
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet.
Sweating bullets…
Sweating…
Well, me, it's nice
Talking to myself!
A credit to dementia.
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black-toothed 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 hair is getting thin.
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been.
Once you've committed me,
Now you've acquitted me,
Claiming validity for your stupidity.
I'm chomping at the bit,
I'm sharpening the axe.
Oh, here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets…