Backlash Riot

(one, two, three,

go!)

Checked my watch for the tenth time today

Spinning wheels just to throw them away

Clean slate but the ink is too deep

Promises that we both couldn't keep

And you can try to write the rules but we are breaking

the mold Yeah we are running on gold

We are the fire in the middle of the cold,

cold night!

Leaving our history behind!

(whoa-oh-oh) We're screaming out under the ceiling of white!

(hey,

hey,

let's go!)

Paper thin and we're starting to tear

Cold wind blowing through my hair

Your voice is static on the line

We are running out of time

(tick tock, go!)

We

won't

go quietly

(no

way!) We

won't fold to the pressure

We are the fire in the middle of the cold,

cold night!

Leaving our history behind!

(whoa-oh-oh) We're screaming out under the ceiling of white!

(hey,

hey,

let's go!) Yeah, we're leaving it behind! (whoa-oh-oh)