All these knives thrown at me
Backstabbing and I can't see
Everything's fine when I face the front
Turn my back everything's so blunt

They never say it to my face
I've got more power on my own
You'll shut your mouth when you're disgraced
I'll win the battle then disown

Is saying one thing or the other
Depending who it is worth the bother?
How much will you benefit?
When all you'll be is a hypocrite

Face forward