10 Years - 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

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

(Backlashing
Back at you
Back at you
Back at you
Back at you)

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