Twist the Words
Songs of the Desert, performed by Emily Stellar
Words and Music by Christopher Sopher
℗ CosmicCrusaderMusic.com (BMI/ASCAP)
℗ Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC © 2011–2025
Valley of the Sun Press – Music – Lyrics: Songs of the Desert
November 30, 2025
“Songs of the Desert”, "Twist the Words" — Performed by Emily Stellar. Written, composed, produced, and ℗ published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC, © 2011–2025.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Why must you twist the words just to kill the light?
Flip the frame, make the wrong feel right.
You gas up lies while I spiral down,
Now I second-guess my own damn sound.
Said you’d work three jobs so I could breathe,
I said, “Quit—I got you,” but you just seethed.
Mocked my grind, turned my art to waste,
Told your friends I was just some misplaced phase.
[Pre-Chorus]
You hold my face down, say “Truth is pain,”
But all I see in the water is your goddamn face.
[Chorus]
Twist the words—cut me clean,
Make me doubt what I believe.
Turn my fire into steam,
Gaslight, gaslight—’til I can’t even scream.
Twist the words—set the scene,
But you won’t rewrite me.
[Verse 2]
“I have plans,” I’d say—you’d tear the thread,
“You don’t like them anyway,” you said.
Dodging calls, shrinking thin,
Tried to fly, but you clipped my wings again.
Said, “Cheating’s no crime, just people who feel,”
But if the reel flipped, how would you deal?
You smirked while the scene blurred out,
Left me screaming in a silent shout.
[Pre-Chorus]
You dial me down when I start to fight,
But static don’t mean I lost the mic.
[Chorus]
Twist the words—cut me clean,
Make me doubt what I believe.
Turn my fire into steam,
Gaslight, gaslight—’til I can’t even scream.
Twist the words—set the scene,
But you won’t rewrite me.
[Bridge – Spoken/Sung, gritty tone]
You broke the mirror and blamed my eyes,
Said, “You’re crazy” while feeding me lies.
I held the match—you struck the flame,
Now you’re choking on your own damn game.
[Final Chorus – bigger, layered vocals]
Twist the words—cut me clean,
But I found truth beneath the bleed.
Turn my fire into steam?
I’m the one who fuels the dream.
Twist the words—set the scene,
But you don’t get to rewrite me.
Gaslight, gaslight—
But I see through your fantasy.
[spoken – defiant, almost like a toast]
Your ring’s off my hand, but the fire’s still in me.
Freedom tastes sharper than your fantasy.
Now I’m free — that’s the end of your story.
Here’s to my new beginnings.
