I knock on the door and am let out, the exit sealed behind me. With another sigh, I walk back to my throne and sit down. A follower comes up and reports to me about the results of the waterboarding. Nodding, I dismiss him and get thinking.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I try to sleep but can't, restless as ever. Groaning, I slip my shoes back on and wander the warehouse until reaching her door again. I put my jacket on again and order them to open up, standing in the doorway, "You run and I'll cap your a*s. Follow me."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I lead her out the door, flanked by one of my own before I signal him off. Walking down the dim streets, I scan for trouble and hope to God I find some, slipping her knife out, "If I give you your knife back and you turn on me, you'll never see that sister of yours again. I don't deal in kids, as I said, but I could start."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside