Woorden: Saint Vitus. Born Too Late. Look Behind You.

Foggy morning drifting 'round you

Blackened haze

Pounding footsteps right behind you
You can't see past your trembling hand


Every day

Shadows from an empty man

Look behind you


Echoed screaming in your ears



Constantly
Reaching for your loaded gun
Ringing in forbidden fears



Suddenly

Look behind you as you run

Look behind you



Turn the corner, dead-end street, you can't go on

What are you gonna do?
By yourself right from the start

Everything was all dreamed up by you

You live in doubt


Look behind you

Look behind you
Look behind you