BACKWARDS Songtext
von Camping in Alaska

The devil on my shoulder
Tell me to roll over
Play dead
I already am
Game over
The brick on my shoulder
Would surely tip me over
What a way to go
At least I know I′m going

And I'll be standing up
Where you left me
It′s cold enough out there
None of it was ever fair


Every step we take is backwards
Backwards
We're digging our own graves faster
Faster
Every step we take is backwards
Backwards
We're digging our own graves faster
Faster

Every time I open my mouth
I′m still staring at my feet
I′m just a puppy trying to show my teeth
If this is what we're missing out on
I′d much rather not fall asleep
I'm just a puppy trying to show my teeth