Twisted

(альбом: Spooked - 1997)

People think I'm crazy
In a schizophrenic state of mind
Mother Mary, save me
From my darkest hour to come alive

In decline
Beyond this tortured mind
I feel intoxicated
Desolated

Images of evil
Scenes of suffering inside my head
I'm falling into pieces
I'll close my eyes before I bleed to death

In my dreams
It all becomes so real
Inside my world of fiction
Contradictions

Twisted
That's what I am
Ride the road to ruin
I'm losing stand
Don't know what I'm doing
It's slipping through my hands

Oh Lord, won't you help me
Help me now before it gets too late
I'm burning down the candle
Can't you hold on back the hands of fate

Through my wretched visions
Mental exhibitions
Blind confusion
Disillusions

Twisted
That's what I am
Ride the road to ruin
I'm losing stand
Don't know what I'm doing
It's slipping through my hands
Through my hands, yeah

Screaming out to no one's ears
I suffocate inside my fear
I'm out of control
Cause when the lights are getting dim
That's when my soul begs me to sin
Lord, take me home

Twisted
That's what I am
Ride the road to ruin
I'm losing stand
Don't know what I'm doing
It's slipping through my hands

Twisted