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...