What’s wrong with me?
Why am I doing this?
I’m moving crazy now
I wake up in my bed
Can’t even get it started
Clenching tight, so widespread
Can’t even speak about it
Twist my arm, turn my head
Don’t want to think about it
My body’s in so much pain
Yeah
It’s a thief in the night To come and grab you It can creep up inside you And consume you A disease of the mind It can control you
Posing in discomfort
Your limbs are so tight
From all those muscle contractions
Ain’t gonna move nice
Your movements have a clear pattern
Feels like hard ice
Your resting tone is so altered
So if you must falter, be wise
Your body’s got dystonia
It’s when your muscles can’t relax
Dystonia
You’ve got broken motor tracts
Your body’s got dystonia
Contortion to the max
Dystonia
Dystonia
