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.
Hours upon hours, I am fucking sleepless,
we are the wretched no sleep for the wicked, and at night we come undone.
This is not who I ever was, we are anything, we are the contortionist.
We are the wordless feelings, we are the great divide, we are the emptiness we long to feel inside.