Maybe I am the man with those mystic two heads
One facing down, the other facing back
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
I don't know who I am
You still don't know who I am
You still don't know who I am
I'm exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I'm exhausted of returning from a place I've never been
Maybe I am the man of the universal two words
The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn
You want to know who I am
You want to know who I am
To forgive me for what I am
To forgive me for what I am
I'm exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I'm 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 it
I'm exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I'm exhausted of returning from a place I've never been
I'm exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I'm exhausted of returning from a place I've never been