Sweating Bullets
Hello me, meet the real meAnd my misfit's way of lifeA dark, black past is myMost valued possessionHindsight is always 20-20But looking back, it's still a bit fuzzySpeak of mutually assured destruction?Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest®!
Feeling paranoidTrue enemy or false friend?Anxiety's attacking meAnd my air is getting thinI'm in trouble for the thingsI haven't got to yetI'm chomping at the bitAnd my palms are getting wetSweating bullets
Hello me, it's me againYou can subdue, but never tame meIt gives me a migraine headacheSinking down to your levelYea, just keep on thinking it's my faultAnd stay an inch or two outta kicking distanceMankind has got to knowHis limitations
Feeling claustrophobicLike the walls are closing inBlood stains on my handsAnd I don't know where I've beenI'm in trouble for the thingsI haven't got to yetI'm sharpening the axeAnd my palms are getting wetSweating bullets
[Solo - Mustaine](I hear it in hear...Blood stains on my...handsThe big axe...Sweating...)
Well, me, it's nice talking to myselfA credit to dementiaSome day you too will know my painAnd smile its "black-tooth grin"If the war inside my headWon't take a day off I'll be deadMy icy fingers claw your backHere I come again
Feeling paranoidTrue enemy or false friend?Anxiety's attacking meAnd my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobicLike the walls are closing inBlood stains on my handsAnd I don't know where I've been
Once you committed meNow you've acquitted meClaiming validityFor your stupidityI'm chomping at the bitI'm sharpening the axeHere I come againSweating bullets