Twisted... By my turns i hit it, hit it away... Like a tear drop on your, on your face When you are walkin-walkin in the ring... Experience... Its just a just a just a just a bunch of mistakes... The sum of all of all bruises n breaks... And sometimes thats just what it takes... I lie, I fall, I cheat, my feet are made of clay... I m not the thing you want of me ... the things you say... (I m only made of Human Failings...) Twisted... And My Mind can slip it slip it away... Like the terms n terms n terms as they Say... Just trying to get, to get to get away... Experience... Its Just a Voice that keeps on, keeping it straight... & Tells me to my face that just where i fail... And Sometimes its just all it takes... I lie, I fall, I cheat, my feet are made of clay... I m not the thing you want of me ... the things you say... (I m only made of Human Failings...) Twisted... By my turns i m giving, giving away... By the smile the smile up on my face... When you walk you walk you walk away... Experience... Its just a just a just a bunch of mistakes... the Sum of all of all the loses n faiths... & Like the notion just gives it what it takes... I lie, I fall, I cheat, my feet are made of clay... I m not the thing you want of me ... the things you say... (I m only made of Human Failings...)