I know everything you're doin baby And I know every game you're runnin You must think that I am blind Cause it's right before my eyes So don't get it
I should warn you, keep away I'm seeing things in a twisted way Anyway, and tonight I'll be a nightmare I see your face in a different light Tonight
My personality is quite rude Only to the point where I?m on girly dues It?s so hard just being me People asking questions, maybe they can?t see ?'Cos
Who's ego trippin' suckers need to start to skippin' remove the fork from my anus because I ain't done. One of a kind never to be figured out, but oh
(Sarah Nagourney/Mareme Hernandez/Paul Varney) You got a nerve showing up here - You turn around and call me crazy Standing my ground - shedding no tears
I think it started The way you twist my words This world can get so shallow I feel so tired I still loose myself in other voices I can't help myself The
Chorus: You're twisted, that's what you are Just like a bee buzzin' in a jar Frayed and ragged, spent and strained Watchin' that water spin down the drain
She's seen one and looks funny It made her cry, said "Boo" to her She captured one all hairy Stuck needles in it's eyes, he cries He's reading a thin
I saw an eye in the sky, Our lady sneaks of the world revealed, upon the shores of the end, everything comes to life in me. My eyes have opened to the
Oh, six a.m. this mornin', you know the man knocked at my door I screamed to his ear, "Look here, I'm not the guy you're searchin' for" But I've got taken
Twisted like a turnakette tighter tied around my neck Its not just what you do its a lack of respect My friends are callin' me everyones tellin' me What
I crawl deep within my self I don't bear out with this pain Why do i only feel hate Why did you do this to me You touched my innocent skin You said it
Here, certified unsound I feel like you There's someone I've found, so far he's true Out of me there's a voice which keeps calling I'm hiding alone,
My analyst told me That I was right out of my head The way he described it He said I'd be better dead than live I didn't listen to his jive I knew all
How are you gonna pass the time of day in your beautiful empty shell? When you've shaken the hands of so many sinceroes You feel like a fake yourself
Well it might not be important to you now When the night is young and everyone's around And the music flows Through your doped up Disney mind But you
Well, there's people hauling people Out from under their homes Yeah, there's people hauling people Out through the groaning stones You can see me tonight
With two hundred people In suits all the same You walk off that last lonely train On the half finished buildings Only seagulls remain As you try to think