Pretty Maids
Pretty Maids - Twisted songtekst
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People think I'm carzy in a schizophrenic state of mind mother Mary save me from my darkest hour 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 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 now before it gets too late I'm burning down the candle can't you hold on back the hands of fate Through my wreatched visions mental exhibition blind confusion disillusions [Chorus] Screamin' out to no one's ears I suffocate inside my fear I'm out of control cause when the light are getting dim that's when my soul begs me to sin Lord take me home [Chorus]