| Hello me ... Meet the real me | |
| And my misfits way of life | |
| A dark black past is my | |
| Most valued possessions | |
| 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 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 me again | |
| You can subdue, but never tame me | |
| It gives me a migraine headache | |
| Thinking down to your level | |
| Yea, 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 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 know my pain | |
| And smile its blacktooth 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 | |
| And my air 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 committed me | |
| Now you've acquited me | |
| Claiming validity | |
| For your stupidity | |
| I'm chomping at the bit | |
| I'm sharpening the axe | |
| Here I come again, whoa! | |
| Sweating bullets |