Papier-mâché

[verse 1] I'm haunted by these faces that my memories keep in tow, Paper mache semblances of people that I know Hundreds of familiar features, friendly eyes, disheartened though Firing blades with every blink, and I still stand here all alone Pushing past the mannequins that try to block the path I chose The pain I brought to all of them begins to merge with all my own Forgiveness is a path that takes me back to places I called home It starts with me apologising, stood before them all, exposed [chorus] Still I can't help but feel I'm not supposed to be here They tell me they're always there but still I push away Still they will tell me that they want to keep me near My presence is no Present, I know They'll get it one day My presence is no Present, I know They'll get it one day [verse 2] I can hear their voices and I start to wonder if I'm dreaming Peaceful sounds, serenity, forgiveness, love, after the screaming The sound of falling tears like rain against their faces gleaming As a smile emerges on each of them around me, beaming The chill inside my bones dissipates and I look to the ceiling Thought I was a sinner but I'm canonised inside their healing The blade of greater beings on my shoulders while I'm kneeling Push my arms against the floor, but I collapse under this feeling [chorus] Still I can't help but feel I'm not supposed to be here They tell me they're always there but still I push away Still they will tell me that they want to keep me near My presence is no Present, I know They'll get it one day My presence is no Present, I know They'll get it one day [chorus] Still I can't help but feel I'm not supposed to be here They tell me they're always there but still I push away Still they will tell me that they want to keep me near My presence is no Present, I know They'll get it one day My presence is no Present, I know They'll get it one day