Marthame Sanders - Moving Backwards (Acoustic) lyrics

What we have isn't what we are; it's not even close But he who dies with the biggest toy wins, here in the Land of the Most We've got the freedom to make up our minds, and we're free to be dumb We've got the freedom to bind up the wounds, and we're free to be numb [Pre-Chorus] But we can be much more [Chorus] But we're moving backwards, suffering fools Moving backwards. No time to lose We're afraid of what we don't understand, but we don't try to learn; Erase the gray because it gets the way. The table's ready to burn [Pre-Chorus] But we can be much more, so much more [Chorus] But we're moving backwards, suffering fools Moving backwards. No time to lose They try to tell you that left is right They try to tell you that black is white But they don't even know wrong from right; out of sight I won't follow you anymore. I won't be the spoils of your war I won't follow you anymore. I won't be the spoils of your war We won't follow you anymore, won't be the spoils of your war We won't follow you anymore, won't follow you anymore