Sweating Bullets (Live at the Cow Palace, San Francisco)

Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfit's 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?
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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
Sinking 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

(Solo - Mustaine)

I hear it in here...
Blood stains on my (choking)...
The big axe...
Well me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its "black-tooth 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
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