Maybe I am the man with those mystic two headsone facing down, the other facing backbut 
I don't know who 
I amand you still don't know who 
I amMaybe 
I am the man with the legendary four hands
To finger, to heal, crave and strangulatebut 
I don't know who 
I amand you still don't know who 
I amI am uxhausted of returning to a place 
I've never been
I am uxhausted 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 amTo forgive me what 
I amI am uxhausted of returning to a place 
I've never been
I am uxhausted 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