Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock.. Tick.... Tock... Tiiick.. Toooock...

My time.. comes closer.. closer.. closer.. so close.. yet so far.

Twisted Nerve,
Twisted Nerve.

Boy: Mommy, Mommy, can I go sit with that uncle in the park. The one with the black coat!
Mom (without looking): Alright. Be sure to be back in an hour.

Mom: Why isn't he back yet?
(Goes to look)
Finds child dead on the bench. Blood.. Sweet blood!

Twisted Nerve,
Twisted Nerve.

The mark.. of a ritual.

Flesh is.. fascinating. Fascinating how it stretches.. and burns.. and bleeds.. How come we never eat flesh? Blood looks tasty.. I wonder how it tastes..

Twisted Nerve,
Twisted Nerve.

Stop! Look at the stuff around you. Feel it without touching it. Go close to it.. Notice it.. 'see' it. Notice the little scars on it. Notice the bumps on the paint on your wall. Notice how the shirt you're wearing seems so fragile.. Notice how easy it for you to break all that around you..

Twisted Nerve,
Twisted Nerve.

When you are in a dark lonely room with the light's off, you know it's time.. It's time to let your creativity out, to let your mind out. That time to let your emotions out, to let your .. crazyness out.

Twisted nerve,
Twisted nerve.

If a person enters my room right now, they'll know that I'm a maniac meaning to kill someone. The moment to be.. lively is over. The moment to feel happy is over. THE MOMENT TO LET YOUR ANGER OUT HAS NOW BEGUN!!

Twisted nerve,
Twisted nerve.

It's weird seeing a knife beside the speakers. It is, but not if you're me right now.
*picks the knife up*. *tries to balance on firgertips* Oops!

Twisted nerve,
Twisted nerve.