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

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 ahead 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)

(Back at you)

(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

(Run coward)

Hung by your self-righteous hands

(Run coward)

Get ready to meet your maker now