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 how hard Ive been trying
Hours upon hours, I am $#&@ing sleepless

We are 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
We are anything, we are the contortionist