Texty: Quicksand. Manic Compression. Divorce.

I know just what you're thinking
You want someone to blame
I know you well 'cause, I always feel the same

We always look behind
We always look behind
Day in, day out

The world is my witness
Sick from my culture sickness
Wish it would go away, you feel the same?

We always look behind
We always look behind
I want to slow my mind
Down

Something tells me
It's my cross to bear
You can't reach me, you were never there

It's like water
Under a bridge now
I've looked a thousand times

We always look behind
We always look behind
Day in, day out