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

Fear 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
Backlashing back at you, liar
Backlashing back at you, run coward
(Backlashing 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 collide

Hung by your self righteous hands
Get ready to meet your maker now
Backlashing back at you, liar
Backlashing back at you, run coward

(Backlashing back at you, back at you...)

Hung by your self righteous hands
Get ready to meet your maker now
Backlashing back at you, liar
Backlashing back at you, run coward

Hung by your self righteous hands (run coward)
Get ready to meet your maker now