Turned

I see a crease, a crack
It changes yellow flowers into black
Twist, Thorn, twist
Ignore the bones are cracking in my wrist

Should I hesitate to take control
The needle turning to the negative pole
Stay quiet when you're on the street
And keep your eyes focused on your dirty feet
I'm leaving home

The inside, turned out
Taking what was mistaken beyond a doubt
Lifted up and taken down
White knuckle grip and pounded into the ground

Wouldn't hesitate to take control
The beauty in the ruins of a burned out soul
Start a riot when you're on the street
Keep your eyes forward when you're on your feet
I'm coming home