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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] sleepless
We are the wretched no sleep for the wicked
And at night [bad word] 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