Twisted

Is it enough Is it enough When I When I When I open the door to truth the Wisdom of doubt reveals its use and Who says there's anything wrong with me? Twisted Still, I'm trying to keep is straight, trying Not to get lost in judgement or hate of Those who I have deemed to be useless And you know who you are Uh huh And we've all been used Used by judgement, used by hate Used by trying to keep it straight Who says there's anything wrong with being twisted? And I know who I am Uh huh And I'll never get used to it