Thoughts of suicide Thoughts of ****** Has crossed my mind I want to be loved for me But also I want to be hated By those that hurt me
Am I twisted?
This cold steel Cuts deep across my skin As the pain drowns the memories Oh the thought of killing you Is sweet
Am I twisted?
Do you know What I dream When I sleep Let me tell you I dream of death Not mine like I should But yours Slow Painful Warm blood flowing From wounds inflicted As I carve your heart out
Am I twisted?
Scream at me It drives my thirst To cause you more pain Your body would be lifeless But I would have Your blood curtling scream Ringing in my ears
Am I twisted?
So before saying anything During your life Think on what I want to do To you Lets see if you decide If I am really and horribly Twisted.