BACKTRACK LYRICS

1. Retrace The Lines

I'm walking away
I see the line,
it's staring back at me
But all the debt has been paid
So I'm released as a pawn in this game
And still I'm wondering why
You never see- this from the other side
Illusion burned in your mind
I'll drain it out after I burn the bridge
Retrace the lines that I've made
So you can see the point
The faces switch with the day
And now I'm starting to track
Consistent patterns where I'm dodging the blame
I'm walking away
I see the line,
it's staring back at me
But all the debt has been paid
So I'm released as a pawn in this game
And still I'm wondering why
You never see- this from the other side
Illusion burned in your mind
I'll drain it out after I burn the bridge
When I open my eyes I can't stand what I see
Misled into a trap and now I'm turning my back
I try to keep my faith but how much more can I take?
The big picture lost it's chance to be seen
Retrace the lines, Demanding permanent praise.
That's not a price I'll pay
The truth is leaking, Slowly revealing,
Spells out intentions that were hidden inside.

2. Drawn Back To Misery

Facing the facts
I'm getting stuck by the day
Now what I'm figuring out
No chance in breaking away
I see the reasons
And they're repeating
Can't shut them out of my mind
Stuck in rotation
Where devastation
Is quickly spreading
Cutting the chance to survive
Facing the facts
I'm getting stuck by the day
Now what I'm figuring out
Drawn back to misery
The only path I see
So many fail the test
And I won't drown with the rest
That's all I see, The only sight that I see
I see the reasons
And they're repeating
Can't shut them out of my mind
Stuck in rotation
Where devastation
Is quickly spreading
Cutting the chance to survive
Destroy it more by the day
Watching the fates fall in line
The futures fading away

3. The Roots Of Evil

The roots of evil
They follow you around
Waiting for their chance to latch on
And once they get a hold they'll never release
That's the way that it goes in this world of deceit.
Intentions turned around
All your sources are facing down
Intentions turned around
All your sources are facing down
On to the ground
That reflection will never be found
I fought the battle and I'm losing the war
Down in the count but I'll still settle the score.
Lost in the shuffle are all of the facts
Now collecting them all
It's just a failed attempt
The words I said never made the page
Replaced with lies you only see on the other side.
Distort the truth. I'm still searching for the proof.
Been left to rot on the ground,
For the whole world to find out.
Still searching for the proof.

4. Welcome To The Pound

[Instrumental]

5. Deal With The Devil

Another story with the same ending
We're dead inside but still pretending
The constant theme, stuck in a trap
For every move I make I'm being sent back
Deal with the devil that I try to escape
No sense in running when he's holding my fate
It's just an instinct that I fight to erase
But the deal is done, The end result
It's still the same, Can't look away
Eye's stuck on the darkside.
Running in circles and I'm trying to find
Another way out cause I'm losing my mind
Running in circles and I'm trying to find
Another way out cause I'm losing my mind
But I can't move ahead when you're stuck on the past
Making the changes only deepens the ditch
Down to the bottom is the place that I'm sent
I think of what I had and where it all went
Deal with the devil that I try to escape
No sense in running when he's holding my fate
It's just an instinct that I fight to erase
But the deal is done.
With every step that I take
I see the same face shaking it's head at me.
Never in approval.

6. Organized Crimes

Aiming to ruin my name
You took a shot and you missed
But all the marks have been made
So now I hide my face
A target's placed on my back that won't ever fade away.
I find it hard to believe "The damage will be repaired"
Showing my face will be safe.
And what I used to believe
Sticking with silence
Prevents the chance of demise.
These crimes are organized
When you're running with thieves you can end up with the rats,
I've seen the others fall
To the same hands I can still see the blood
Taking away the chance,
To clear my name from this mess.
You're passing on the blame
But it can lead to my grave
You're slitting any throat just to make sure you breathe.
Now an easy way out,
Won't be the cause of death.
It won't be organized.





BACKTRACK LYRICS