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   3 - 5 - 0 - 1 - 2 - 5