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