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 i m 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 i could still hear the footsteps i could see only walls all this don t make no contact here hearing no at all i could see contradiction i could give up the right just to live in the past tense to make believe you were right 3 1 g 3 5 0 1 2 5