Texty piesní After the Burial

After the Burial

Your Troubles Will Cease And Fortune Will Smile Upon You

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