The pieces of his brain goes back into his skull
His blood rolls back into the brain to make it full
Vision comes back to his eyes to see what he last saw
Goes into the air to right before the fall, to see it all
Turns before the flying, says to himself, “It do gonna I’m.”
And so you know this song’s reverse, if you couldn’t see the signs
So he walks backwards into his apartment, flips the switch
Room dimly lit, picks up the phone to say, “Alright.”
Then starts to un-dial the numbers, and thinks of life
Vomits the pieces of pizza he ate and the bread-sticks
The soda go back to the bottle, back to before he calmed down
People start flooding the room, a very big party for the groom
Sounds of laughter backwards, streamers going back in the poppers
The strippers goes back into the cake, his friend came over with giant cake
His friends tell him, “Man c’mon! You for here we’re! Celebrate!”
20 minutes early he knew his friends are coming, he starts to anticipate

Chorus
Change the flow, change the rhythm, change the mottoes
Change the pace, change the speed, change what you know
This is an entire story of a man, and retract is how it goes

So he goes back into the interrogation room and sits down
The grin on is slowly disappears and he lies at the statements
As the clock rewinds backs, he was taken in, in the beginning
Goes back into the car and all the lights turn red, then yellow then green
They all go back to crime of the scene, And as soon as the police leave
He goes to his apartment the morning of picks up the phone
While the tears goes back into his eyes the bullets go back in the nine
Says, “You love I!” before that says, “Window the to come. Honey, hey.”
She says over the phone, “You are how? Hey.” Drops the gun to the table
Walks around backwards through his place, looks unstable
Throughout time stories appear like this as just fables
But the gun can back to his hand put it in the back and walked out
Maybe ’bout 4 hours earlier he talks to the Boss, named BOSS
Word from boss is he want wants the buddy in his office
And he wants him to off his wife right before the marriage
BOSS gives him the gun and he just sits and stare at it

Chorus
Change the flow, change the rhythm, change the mottoes
Change the pace, change the speed, change what you know
This is an entire story of a man, and retract is how it goes

(Still in reverse)
If I haven’t mentioned by now his name is Damon
This all started at an old house he was staying
His wife was his girl, and cheating on him was she
Leaving out the house late and coming back early
Her other man had the honey to himself like a beekeeper
Lighter and lighter the relationship got, and more he believed her
Goes back to his room and sits at his desk, and looks at the pics
Puts them back in  the envelope and back in the drawer
Don’t know where it’s from, such a mystery, and on it says, Her saw we
She walks back in the room still talking a lot BS, with a cheater stress
They argue, “Sorry, I’m.” “Me on dad my got you.” “Yeah.” “True this is?” “Was he who that’s know didn’t I.” “BOSS. Father my.” “Who?!” “Me on spy to him got you?” Then she bolts out the door mad, and he turns to his computer
He looks at the new email that tells him of a envelope that been there a while
So he goes from sad to a more serious goes to his car to his work
Talks to the his employer and talks about not being hired, “Damon, sorry.”

Change the flow, change the rhythm, change the mottoes
Change the pace, change the speed, change what you know
This is an entire story of a man, and retract is how it goes

For knowledgable purposes I DO NOT KNOW ANYONE NAMED DAMON