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 shit 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