Twiist3d

You don't know how hard I fought to survive,
waking up alone when I was left to die.
You don't know about this life I've lived.
All these roads I've walked. All these tears I've bled.

So maybe next time when you cast your stones,
from the shadows of the dark unknown,
you will crawl up from your hiding place,
take a look in the mirror and see the truth in your face.

I am the dirt you created.
I am your sinner, I am your whore!