Backwards - Dismantled

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