Текст песни BACKWARDS

Their heads on backwards Decisions frozen in vain The fate grows colder Illusion of power prevails No conscience left They'll die to resurrect their fallen As long as the faith holds The outcome will never change Cut them off from the tubes they feed you In to keep the worms from crawling out Faith on concrete Their meltdown is as predictable As all these strings they pull To keep their faith in line Face down The mind rips open Open core