• Twisted pictures on my wall make shadows in the dark
    Twisted pictures of you and me, waiting for a spark.
    Twisted pictures in my head keep me up at night.
    Twisted pictures of you and me I pry are all right.

    Images come flashing back,
    Memories that scream.
    Flashing back the times that remind me of you so.
    I wish I knew who I was
    I wish I knew who I am.
    I’m sorry that it’s gone,
    What we had before,
    I know it’s probably my fault;
    The images of you lying face down on the floor.
    I taste the blood that is not there,
    I fell the pain that’s long since healed.
    And in my head throbs anew, the brand new pain of missing you.

    I’ve sang this song for awhile now,
    Getting lost in time,
    Hiding secrets from myself in my own personal hell.
    Lost in the waves of time scream everything. My entire world has gone.
    Hiding secrets, secrets from myself, in my own person al hell.
    The past is where I am, inside my head I think I’ve found the truth.
    I can’t be certain of it though, ‘cuz nothing’s ever clear
    Secrets in my head will never help my old ghosts disappear.
    This song is so fimmilure,
    I wrote it long ago.
    But if I change my words around I swear I’ll never know.

    In the dark flicks a candle, burning worlds inside.
    The flame burns closer to my own twisted base, made of long forgotten hearts.
    A friend of mine once said, “Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal.”
    I guess my twisted parody means, ‘burning in myself, rip me a part and glue back the pieces…”
    So many lines of his I’ve written, so many we have song, but I guess that those old songs have gone away,
    Forgotten just like me.

    Inside I see demons
    The pictures on my wall make shadows
    Outside I see sins.
    The pictures on my wall make shadows
    I fell them in my old shaky bones,
    The pictures on my wall make shadows.
    I hear them swirl inside my head, say that there mine,
    The pictures on my wall make shadows
    I fell them in my long forgotten roots, telling my there’s more not too far behind.
    Until the end of time.
    I hear the voice of comfort,
    I hear the voice of shame,
    I hear the voice of reason,
    He tells me they’re all the same.
    Fell the stab of guilt,
    But never fell regret.
    Read my twisted logic,
    But never wish you’d thought ahead.
    Answer calls for help,
    But never let them see.
    Become my best friend,
    But promise not to leave.

    All the twisted pictures and images revile,
    All the sins and demons the world has ever known.
    All the sickly promises I make myself believe,
    All the sickly promises I’ve made you make to me.
    All the forgotten lyrics,
    All the near harmless tunes,
    All the angry paintings,
    And memories of smoke plumes.

    Drawings on my walls condemn
    What I’ve always knew was true,
    At some point we began to trust a condemned lying savior,
    And that “savior” wasn’t me.

    Watch the whole thing fall apart,
    Watch the whole world burn,
    Watch others shake their head, ‘cuz they can’t understand.
    One foot in the grave I’ve so cautiously dug,
    One foot on my time.
    I stare at my faulty watch and pray,
    That I still have the room to fix my mistakes,
    The time I desperately need,
    To be the savior I thought I used to be.
    Don’t wait up,
    And don’t hold back.
    Don’t listen to doubt,
    Play your own game,
    don’t ask questions that you already own.

    Don’t lose your faith,
    And don’t give up your hope,
    But don’t forget why you’re here,
    Don’t ever ignore your sins.
    Don’t doubt your demons,
    They’re stronger than you think.
    And never trust a fallen angel out for revenge.


    The pictures on my wall make shadows
    They look a lot like you…
    The pictures on my wall make shadows
    This all sounds so of queue…
    The pictures on my wall make shadows
    It reminds my all of you….
    The pictures on my wall make shadows
    I wish you were here…..
    Until the end of time.
    Until the end of time.
    Until the end of time.
    Until the end of time.
    Promise not to leave….

    My time is up, very, very soon.