All my thoughts
Are sick and sordid
All I am
Is twisted, morbid

Angels with broken blackened wings
Fall around me, withering
They can't die and so they sing
Of all the good they couldn't bring

All my thoughts
Are sick and sordid
All I am
Is twisted, morbid

I crawl on all fours, broken and bruised
My mind is screaming; abandoned, misused
It's all I can do to forget the abuse
I should have known, I'd eventually lose

All my thoughts
Are sick and sordid
All I am
Is twisted, morbid

Lieing
Cheating
Crying
Beating
Pain
And hate
It's all
Second-rate

All my thoughts
Are sick and sordid
All I am
Is twisted, morbid

Sick and sordid
Twisted morbid
Sick and sordid
Twisted morbid