Your Troubles Will Cease And Fortune Will Smile Upon You
by Chimaira
When I return, I dream of another life
Failure transparent in the palm of my hand
I am the contortionist, we are the contortionist
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
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 create, from these towers, built of nothingness
I will fall, and like these wordless feelings
There is an emptiness, we long to feel inside
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
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
Failure transparent in the palm of my hand
I am the contortionist, we are the contortionist
Hours upon hours, I am fucking sleepless
We are the wretched no sleep for the wicked
And at night we come undone
We are the wretched no sleep for the wicked
And at night we come undone
We are anything, we are the contortionist
This is not who I ever was, This is not who I ever was [x2]
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
We are the emptiness, we long to feel inside