Lyrics

He opened up the door, and saw the sun
But he couldn?t empty out his pockets of night
We all have a twisted theory in mind
But they?re all washed down with the same wine

My soul is on a journey, that I can see fine
But, this body better get me there on time

Twisted theories of all we are
Twisted theories on and on and on
(repeat)

The boy understood his destiny
Return to the dirt & give his energy
Now he?s drowning in the air that once gave him life
Confused, now all he has is his butchers? knife