Twisted (Demo)

You think you hear demons I think we are the demons In this place where images are born You remember your childhood Oh, in fiery sequences The sun goes down Filling the air with colors And winds that lift you up to god That lift you up to god You fall to your knees You embrace the storm You know longer care If it's cold or if it's warm You live for the danger Like your passion and your anger You don't let go You like to be twisted by the force You like to be shaken by the wind In this game that you play with God You've been warned to retreat You take it to the limit The winds come up Crazy men, crazy women Cryin' out for love You'd like to save her But you just can't give it up Rather be rapped up In the arms of a storm You'd rather be rapped up In the arms of a storm Crazy men, crazy women In the storm And the sun goes down Chasin' down the demons You think you hear demons Chasin' down the demons Cryin' out for love We'd rather be wrapped up...