Twisted Truth
Welcome to the home
Of where the voices go
Home of borrowed soles
Of thoughts provoked
Well, you coming in?
No?
Why not?
Don't be scared
They won't hurt
They just sit
They just stare
But
Don't make a sound
You'll wake the town of clowns that are bound with a frown
That stops them jumping up and down
Wow
The amount of
Hatred
That theyve wasted
I can taste it
Put it back in the oven and baste it
And lace it
With something
To get them faded
Then find their peace and take it
Forsake it and hang it on the snake pit
Lets see how long these Mother F**kers, feel that they can fake it
Hear the voice of the shadow and the smile on their face
See the hope in their eyes leave with no trace
The borrowed sorrows of tomorrow
Complete the horrors of a picture show
Tell me though
Does the screams underneath
Of waking from a sleep, seem brief
Or does the fiends means of dreams
Feel relief
Here's a handkerchief
Wave it high and thank the beast
Growing inside your heart that beats
In unison with a sole demon that remembers when you forgot and lost the lock
Its such a shame that they always existed, yeah
It's such a shame when the truth gets twisted
With enlisted kisses from the malicious resister of the viscious whispers
Yeah It's not only the truth that gets twisted
Watch your step
Feel the breath on
Back of your neck
Know em too well
Having even met
Strong intellect
Still remembered to forget
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Here they come!
Scream for help
Secrets fell
In the wrong possession
Cant tell if it's the beginning of the end
Or the end of the beginning
Aren't we all friends?
It depends
Are you winning?
Over
The grinning?
Yes it's screaming
Headless shoulders
Await on the window sill
Dosed up on penicillin still
Hapless Civilians
Hiding in the pavilions
Making millions
Off opinions
But we showing no resilience
Woo intense
No offence
Smell incense?
Makes sense
Fingers tighten
And the blood flow stops
The senses tighten
And they've called the cops
They mean nothing in this place
Ya can't make eye contact with a 2 face
Doesn't mean they lace the chase
But makes the days less
Couldn't care less, until they caress the rarest form of the shared rest
Which they capitalise on why the eyes cry lies of demise... and say goodbyes
No no, before you go
They want to let you know...
This is a see you soon... Not goodbye
More coming, less to Go
And you wonder why...