[Originally from the album "Countdown To Extinction"]
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 is still a bit fuzzy
You 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 air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the
bit and my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets
Hello me, it's again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a
migraine headache, sinking down to your level
You 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
Bloodstains 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
Someday 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 air is getting thin
Feeling
claustrophobic, like the walls are closing in
Bloodstains on my hands and I don't know where I've been
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
Oh, here I come
again, oh
Sweating bullets
