Backwards

Their heads on backwards
Decisions frozen in vain
The fate grows colder
Illusion of power prevails
No conscience left
They’ll die to resurrect their fallen
As long as the faith holds
The outcome will never change
Cut them off from the tubes they feed you
In to keep the worms from crawling out
Faith on concrete
Their meltdown is as predictable
As all these strings they pull
To keep their faith in line
Face down
The mind rips open
Open core