Contortion

A child of this world Living life without anxiety For we are burning now Our time is fading Molecules replaced and rearranging For we are turning the page backwards Yearning for the dreams of yesterday [Chorus:] We chase the past at the cost of the present And lose what is here This sentimental dream is our master Nostalgia replacing truth Contort yourself Contort yourself to false infancy For we are burning now You fixate on pipedreams You become a slave to absurdity For we are turning the page backwards Yearning for the dreams of yesterday [Chorus] Return to your youth [Chorus] Return to your youth