Went back that way and I saw just what I was worth
Why am I this way?
Why am I this way?
Go back that way and see what you get from me then
Fake my way through life, call on me my wife
Face my past I can't let go
Laughing at me it is hell
Nothing can stop this torture
Nothing at all, my dead hands rise
Nothing at all, my dead hands rise
Face my past I can't let go
I am such a bore that you need that much more
I see them in the gel