I've been thinking up a storm but it doesn't mean my thoughts are clearing burning rage will keep me warm but you're too gone to hear it burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge yearning for a better way than to say 'to hell with this' I'm twisted again doubled in pain a shell of myself is all that will remain everyday there's something new it just goes on and on I try to take a different view still I'm doing something wrong burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge yearning for a better way to say 'to hell with this' I'm twisted again doubled in pain a shell of myself is all that will remain bills spilling out onto the floor welcome to life my friend working but there's so many more will this sh** never end? too much responsibility I just can't take much more and when you act so cold it just points me to that door I'm twisted again I'm twisted again doubled in pain a shell of myself is all that will remain