Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Does It Feel?, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 24.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How Does It Feel? |
| 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… |