Steve drinks Dr. Pepper, so I really don't know what he's even doing.
This also could have been episode 6.9, but I guess 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 hair is getting thin. I'm in trouble for the things I haven't gotten to yet. I'm champing 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. Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault, and stay an inch or two out of 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 gotten 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 it's 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 champing at the bit, I'm sharpening the axe. Here I come again.
Whoa.
Sweating bullets.
Feeling paranoid, true enemy or false friend? Anxiety's attacking me and my hair is getting thin. I'm in trouble for the things I haven't gotten to yet. I'm champing 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. Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault, and stay an inch or two out of 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 gotten 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 it's 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 champing at the bit, I'm sharpening the axe. Here I come again.
Whoa.
Sweating bullets.
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