Twisted - Pretty Maids

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