twist twist twist twist twist twist
to you who brought me back to life
twisted thorns that grow inside
shingle washing my old bones
screams woe-betides and woe-be-gones
not enough love to go around
but thanks for turning me back on
doesn't make a right wrong
a prisoner of the mind
of woe-be-gone's and woe-betides
but not enough love to go around
not enough love to go around