Backlash
Dear God will no one get out of here alive?
Lost your head in this new medicine floating in the sky.
Heavy clouds come crashing down, harder every time.
Sink or swim in these loaded fantasies flooding out your mind.
Dear God for now you've gone and lost your sight of land.
Drunk with power, your final hour is running out of sand.
Hung by your self righteous hands, get ready to meet your maker now.
Back lashing, back at you liar, back lashing back at you run coward.
Back lashing back at you.
Bear the truth when the storm comes through with hell and high tide
Tip the scales and drive the nails in deeper every time.
Dear God will anyone get out of here alive?
Dead head again due to medicine heavy clouds are lined.
Hung by your self righteous hands, get ready to meet your maker now.
Back lashing, back at you liar, back lashing back at you run coward.
Back lashing, back at you, back lashing, back at you.
Hung by your self righteous hands, get ready to meet you maker now.
Back lashing, back at you liar, back lashing back at you run coward.
Hung by your self righteous hands (run coward), get ready to meet your maker now.