How Does It Feel? - Twiztid

Long before the advent of high fidelity

As a result you may detect an occasional

Surface noise or volume drop

Due to transmission problems so common to old radio

We hope however that any variance in audio quality

Will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this

One of the all time favorites…

How does it feel to be you?

How does it feel to feel the way you do?

It’s so decisive

And I don’t care if you like or you hate me

I know you motherfuckers bound to underrate me

Looking through the window as a thunder bolt strikes the ground

Wind blowing through the trees makin irritating sound

Like the voice in the back of my head but I’m immune

To the confines of Dracula’s tomb

Nightbreed man-made Nosferat-ay

Child of the night sending shocks through your body

Fatter than Poveratti

Speak softly or back up off me

Feline before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind

Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted

Frequently described as being Twiztid or wicked

Predicted many sights seen happening to lives

Perform on the daily in disguise

Sinister, tell the minister to bless my soul

Momma made me mind broken and went outta control

Smash the remote control through television screen

Blame it on the movie or a dream, it’s all the same

Mind games, leavin prodigies paralyzed

Swollen little brain mesmerized

Then he dies, left alone in a world full of hate

Body rots away while his mind incubates

You label me a paranoid schizophrenic

Known on this planet for 2 things

Talkin shit and automatic

Mind gets tragic on little walks through the woods

Bury you alive if I could

Mobbin' through the hood with a body in the trunk

Unidentified because he’s known as a chump

I hear him keep talking junk in my ear

But nobody else can hear

I look around and I’m feeling weird

Palms are sweaty I’m about to black out

Last chance but nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout

I’m all about mad cussing

Fuck you and the red Martian

Me and Madrox are skull crushing

Turning bitches to dust and when I recite you folks die

Like I creep in the night, I let your soul fly

So high that I never touch ground

Make it so your bodies never found

Another Unsolved Mystery

Looking for some nobody

Every single night on TV

Try to get me to see

My eyes closed and rolled back

Holdin a thought deep in my mind about a carjack

Another great found in the middle of the street

People just kept moving their feet

Treated like a freak, so how am I suppose to act?

So when you see me mother fucker be prepared for the axe

We’re going vampire huntin with a 9 millimeter

Our souls our blessed by Mary Magdalene and Saint Peter

Eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host

Am I dead, alive, or just a ghost

Comatose midrange, 2 dollars and some change

Hoping, picturing sanity but I’m feeling so insane

Got a migraine headache, my stomach hurts…