• twist
    you heart beats like a fist
    breaks through your chest
    rips through your flesh
    theres blood in the nest
    nothings left
    what remains is unknown
    you retain what has been thrown out
    and your complain and you shout
    but the words are ripped right out of your mouth
    its too late for you to spit them back out
    youve been tested and twisted
    bad memories revisited
    hear the old souls beg for forgiveness
    but its nobody's business
    their conscience is something theyll have to live with
    but they got the dirty end of the stick
    cuz when the tables are turned
    theyre gonna wish they hadnt thrown away the list
    of people that suffered because of their thrift