My scabs are almost picked
Slowly growing into this
Feelings I just can't let go

I am such a bore
That you need that much more
Go back that way and
See what you get from me then

Nothing at all!
My dead hands rise!

Why?!

Am I this way?
Am I this way?
Am I this way?
Am I?

Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past

I see them in the jel
Laughing at me it is hell
Nothing can stop this torture

Fake my way through life
Call on me my wife
Went back that way and
I saw just what I was worth

Nothing at all!
My dead hands rise!

Why?!

Am I this way?
Am I this way?
Am I this way?
Am I?

Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past

I won't take no for an answer!

My scabs are almost picked
Slowly growing into this
Feelings I just can't let go

I am such a bore
That you need that much more
Go back that way and
See what you get from me then!

Why?!

Am I this way?
Am I this way?
Am I this way?
Am I?

Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)
Face my past, face my past
(I can't let go)

Composição: Chimaira / Mark Hunter