Maybe I am the man with those mythic two heads
 one facing down, the other facing back
 but I don't know who I am
 and you still don't know who I am 

 Maybe I am the man with the legendary four hands
 To finger, to heal, to crave and strangulate
 but I don't know who I am
 and you still don't know who I am

 I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
 I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been

 Maybe I the man of the universal two words
 The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn
 You want to know who I am
 To forgive me for what I am

 I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
 I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been

 I forgot who I am but I am too tired to be it
 I forgot who I am but I am too tired to live/leave it