Twisted Songtext
von Peter Morén

I guess you think I′m doing fine
With my twisted, demented mind
That this is what I want
But willpower is weak
When it comes to emotion
How do you think you're gonna make it speak?
When it comes to emotion
There′s not much you can do


Haven't slept properly for a month
My body says yes, my mind says don't
There′s some more thoughts you′ll have to dwell on first
There's some more to ruminate over first
First, you′ll have to feel bad
Then you'll have to feel worse
Then perhaps you′ll get to sleep a little while
But then it starts all over again

Don't overrate yourself
It could have been someone else
That you get such a large part in this
Is pure coincidence
It′s all about me
What used to be me
What will become of me
Me, me and me
And you're gonna learn to make your willpower speak
Good luck to you

Good luck to you