5 acessos
Walked ten years a crooked path
Of twisted wrath
The signs of which have all come clear
Year after year
My compliments to you
Master Chief renewed
I'm twisted, I'm bent
Beyond innocent
Not like the rest
I'm a mess
Spent five years in solitude
Pursued, accused
To which I owe each one of you
My gratitude
I'll tip my hat
But only this just that
I'm twisted, I'm bent
Beyond innocent
Not like the rest
I'm a mess
Days they fold and disappear
Now my conscience cleared
I'm twisted I'm bent
Beyond innocent
Not like the rest
I'm a mess
I'm twisted, I'm bent
Beyond innocent
Not like the rest
I'm a mess