Megadeth - Sweating Bullets - Live in Phoenix August 26, 2022 at Ak-Chin Pavilion

Sweating Bullets was the song from Guitar Hero 5! It's from the 1992 album Countdown to Extinction. Megadeth was on tour with openers Fire From The Gods and The Hu and headliners Five Finger Death Punch. Per Wikipedia: The lyrics, written by frontman Dave Mustaine, are from a first-person perspective of someone suffering from schizophrenia. Mustaine wrote the lyrics to express an idea that everyone suffers from the mental illness in their own ways, stating: "I wrote that about myself. It was pointed out to me that I'm kind of schizophrenic and that I live inside my head. Which is something I don't subscribe to, but I enjoyed the theory nonetheless. I think all of us are sweating bullets all the time. Society's a joke right now, and people are getting more and more hostile. When you think about having an evil twin or schizophrenia, I think a lot of us are schizo, because we live inside our heads. There's someone we all confer with; it's called our conscience. Some people cannot control their other side; it takes them over. Everybody has that psychotic side. Everyone has a thing that will make them snap." Lyrics: 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? 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 Sinking down to your level Yeah, 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 I hear it in here... Blood stains on my... The big axe... Sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating 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 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