The words are spoken , they come so silent,
the only thing left is to feel the violence,
Deep inside me so battered and blistered,
all i know is I'm warped and twisted,
down in my heart i hide my secrets,
up in my mind they run unlisted,
my eyes are open and my hands are fisted,
I'm just me , and I'm warped and twisted,
i feel sorrow and i feel pain,
in the nostalgia that burns me i feel a strain,
the sun is up , the ash has drifted,
lost in some one so warped and twisted,
burnt out, wasted , empty and hollow,
yesterday will be the same as tomorrow,
nobody's special ,nobody's gifted,
I'm just me , and I'm warped and twisted,
nothing but pain is what i feel today,
i just wish i didn't feel this way,
but the ash has drifted,and here its listed,
that forever i feel , warped and twisted,
just like the bug that bled and died ,
there are too many whens and too many whys,
it is written that nobody's special nobody's gifted,
so in the end I'm just warped and twisted,
I'm sleeping awake and i see my dream,
but this feels real and so i scream,
call my mind, the number's unlisted,
lost in someone so warped and twisted,
confusion and pain intertwined in one ,
it gives me a migraine and i cry out for someone,
its too late now, that the sun has sifted,
but look at me I'm still here, warped and twisted.
