Tired

Maybe I am the man with those mystic 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, 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 am the man of the universal two words

The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn

You want to know how I am

To forgive me 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

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

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