I was there in the backstage When first light came around I grew up like a changeling To wait the first time around I could see all the weakness -- I could pick all the faults But I concede all the faith tests -- Just a stick in your throat 3 - 1 - G (3)
Hung around in your soundtrack -- To mirror all that you've done To find the right side of reason To kill the three lies for one I could see all the cold facts -- I could see through your eyes All this don't make no contact No matter how hard I try 3 - 1 - G (3)
I could still hear the footsteps -- I could see only walls I say 'hey' for you mad traps -- Hearing no at all I could see contradiction -- I could give up the fight Just to live in the past tense -- To make believe you were right!