Sweating Bullets(Live At The Cow Palace/San Francisco/1992)

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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 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 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