Pretty Maids - Twisted

Текст песни

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 slippin' 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 slippin' through my hands
Through my hands, yeah
Screamin' 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 slippin' through my hands
Twisted