In a twisted life
In a twisted mind frame
Who's to say of who's to blame for all these twisted mind games.

I have lifted all the layers then got caught beneath
The angels blew their trumpets,
and on my head they placed a wreath.

Now stepping in tune with the sun and the moon
Then the sand falls out from under
And with the tiny grains, my body and my brains,
They all are torn asunder.

Whoever so surrenders dough to a consciousness more in need
Will find themselves farther from hell,
(but it's all just ego that they feed.)
Cause personally, I don't agree to the degree that will match my mind
Because I find the answers lie beside the mind that tries.

So try as I might
And try as I will
To find the right **** in which my mind to fill
I have an aversion to social conversion
And your opinion tastes like a pill.