He was lost in a kerosene dreamFuelled by the urge insideAlways been told not to play with fireNever was one to abideIt all started way back whenWhen the neighborâs house burnt downHypnotized by the burning flameAnd in that flame his love was foundNow time went on like it always doesNo one knew about his love affairLove it was itâs a twisted gameNow heâs gone with out a prayerToday he learnt his lesson wellToday he burnt like you do in hellI wish this tale could end another wayIn twisted games we should never playNow Iâll tell you another taleAbout a boy who loved his gunHis 45 was his one best friendTwisted games that canât be wonAnother day or so they thoughtNo one knew what was to comeThis little town will never be the sameWith a little boy who loved his gunToday he learnt his lesson wellToday he burnt his one last shellI wish this tale could end another wayTwisted games we should never play