Losing myself
In your backwards world
Down is your up
You start at the end
You came through the back door
And burned out the lights
You unwound the tapes
You twisted them to make them look right
Under my microscope I've got you all figured out
With each crooked step you make trying to cover your tracks
As you pace back and forth
Just like your palindrome mind
Keep walking in circles
But I'm taking back what is mine
Losing myself
In your backwards world
Down is your up
You start at the end
You came through the back door
You burned out the lights
You unwound the tapes
You twisted them to make them look right
Under my microscope I've got you all figured out
With each crooked step you make trying to cover your tracks
As you pace back and forth
Just like your palindrome mind
Keep walking in circles
But I'm taking back what is mine
Keep walking in circles
Keep walking in circles