Sweating bullets

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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 on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
Mankind has got to know
His limitations.

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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.

/Chorus/