When I return I dream of another life Failure transparent in the palm of my hand I am the contortionist We are the contortionists 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 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