Dark and twisted are the things I see br Red are the Walls of my mind br Round the bend are my words br Black are my very bones br Come on then you demons of the past! br Ha ha haaa! br Frantic eyes search the light br Scrabbling nails climb the five hundred mile Walls br Ha ha haaa! br Dark and twisted are the things I see br As I climb and I climb with no way out br So come before me and see my soul br Because all I can see br Are the mangled br Twisted and dark br Things I see... br Laid out right before me....