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 - 1 - G

3 - 1 - G



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 - 1 - G

3 - 1 - G



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

3 - 1 - G

3 - 1 - G

3 - 1 - G

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