Backlash - 10 Years
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
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
