Twisted

The voices in my head, they wont let me go to bed

They wont let me take a rest, they want me to make a mess

I try to ignore them, but they’re getting into my system

The voices starts to get louder, They want me to be a killer

Blood that’s what they tell me, Blood it is that I want to see

Screaming in pain, pleasure is what I gain

The voices in my head is not trying to win, cause I’m already twisted from the beginning

I may be look quiet and shy, or joyful and cheerful

But I’m telling you to be more careful

Because I can slit your throat then act cool

They tell me that I’m crazy, that I am sick

They call me freak because I don’t speak

But trust me you don’t want to see, the dark side laying here deep inside of me

I am twisted and i know that, i am calm like a sea but I’m sure you don’t want to see my wrath.