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