I've been thinking up a storm but it doesn't mean my thoughts are clearing
burning rage will keep me warm but you're too gone to hear it
burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge
yearning for a better way than to say 'to hell with this'
I'm twisted again
doubled in pain
a shell of myself is all that will remain
everyday there's something new it just goes on and on
I try to take a different view still I'm doing something wrong
burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge
yearning for a better way to say 'to hell with this'
I'm twisted again
doubled in pain
a shell of myself is all that will remain
bills spilling out onto the floor welcome to life my friend
working but there's so many more will this shit never end?
too much responsibility I just can't take much more
and when you act so cold it just points me to that door
I'm twisted again
I'm twisted again
doubled in pain
a shell of myself is all that will remain