The Contortionist
Sleep Mode
I am the lonely one
Left to rot forever
Writing lies in paper
To be the lonely one, always
Left to rot
Writing lies
Writing lies

You'll never have no choice
But I am permanently prived of choice
And once I used to have my own choice
I lost my choice for you
I will trust no one
Trust no one
Trust no one
Trust no one

This is the one really help
This is the one really help
This is my promise
My promise to go home
This my promise
My promise

This is my promise
This is my promise
This is my promise
I will try to live
I will try to live