Twisted Lyrics

Is it enough

Is it enough

When I

When I

When I open the door to truth the

Wisdom of doubt reveals its use and

Who says there's anything wrong with me?

Twisted

Still, I'm trying to keep is straight, trying

Not to get lost in judgement or hate of

Those who I have deemed to be useless

And you know who you are

Uh huh

And we've all been used

Used by judgement, used by hate

Used by trying to keep it straight

Who says there's anything wrong with being twisted?

And I know who I am

Uh huh

And I'll never get used to it