Twisted

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