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