When I return, I dream of another life
Failure transparent in the palm of my hand
I am the contortionist, we are the contortionist
I can feel this distance is further and farther, without you
Contorting to fit, somewhere I do not belong
Brick by brick, stone on top of stone
I create, from these towers, built of nothingness
I will fall, and like these wordless feelings
There is an emptiness, we long to feel inside
Father when will you come home, I have been dying inside
Mother where have you gone, oh so how hard I've been trying
When I return, I dream of another life
Failure transparent in the palm of my hand
I am the contortionist, we are the contortionist
Hours upon hours, I am fucking sleepless
We are the wretched no sleep for the wicked
And at night we come undone
We are anything, we are the contortionist
This is not who I ever was, This is not who I ever was [x2]
We are the wordless feelings, we are the great divide
We are the emptiness, we long to feel inside
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