Sweating Bullets Lyrics

Hello, me, meet the real me and my misfits way of life.
A dark black past in my most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20, but looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
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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 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
Someday 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 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 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