Forced to the wall,
the crosshairs shift from this tied down burden: Courage.
What did you expect?
A nightmare of reason and faith alike.
Because you take shots, my back´s turned, you´re gutless.
You think you´re saving face
But I´ll tell you what (I´ll tell you what)

As far as you´re concerned the next breath that you take should be underwater.
You´re worthless. You´ve been told once before.
This time you´re gonna get back a little more than you paid for.

Forced to the wall the record skips and this satellite sense is detecting.
You run for cover. A nightmare, a vision, a quota, a reason.
You take shots, my back´s turned, you´re gutless.
You think you´re saving face but first things first,
this is a matter of egos and how every single shot you take
Is taken in weakness and vain.
Place your bets, it´s a matter of context.

You said it, you mean it, you want it, you´ve got it.
I´ve been waiting far too long for this.
You take shots, my back´s turned, you´re gutless, and you´ve got no spine at all.
I´ve been waiting. Take your shot and be on your way.

Spill fiction while my back is turned, when you´ve got an easy target.
Build stregth, and your heart is gone.
You tell my back that you´re more courageous.
We´ve got our souls held in this dark hotel room.
You´re taking chances for the worst and the worst is yet to come.

Place your bets, it´s a matter of…
You said it, you mean it, you want it, you´ve got it.
I´ve been waiting far too long for…

Show a litte backbone.
In this hole we´ve dug, you´re never crawling out alive.
You won´t make it too far, you won´t get too far.
In this home we´ve made, you´re never welcome again.
You wont make it too far.
Place your bets son, pay your ransom.
You don´t know what it is to regret.