Twisted Tongues

I've buried my head
My heat
My mind
Twisted tongues
Soon I'll find
The reason
My own selfish treason

And I change my mind
Like God changes seasons

Six feet under
And the world flips
Learn to take little sips
From that bottle

I'm not bad
But burning for a taste
I know it's not a race
But lets face it
I'm not complacent
I'm impatient
So shut up and get up
Let's do what they're talking about