Backlash - 8-bit Mix

You've chased me down.
 You've found me out.
 You've pulled my hair.
 You've made me shout
 obscenities at the top of my lungs
 'cause it's so damn fun.
 'cause it's so damn fun.
 Am I drowning in the things I've said?
 Have I lost you in the doubts I've had?
 Will you backlash now,
 or offer some proof
 that book you are quoting
 is absolute truth?
 You've seen me push.
 You've helped me shove.
 I've taken more,
 though I've had enough.
 I've bitten off heads.
 I've eaten my young.
 I've acted on instinct,
 though you said I have none.
 Am I rubbing you in just the wrong place?
 Did I blaspheme you with my lack of taste?
 Will you backlash now,
 or will you, in fact,
 reveal your mercy
 and leave me intact?
 You've made me fight
 then watched me fail.
 Just waiving my arms
 through the bars on your jail.
 I've rallied my strength,
 still chained to this wall...
 still screaming cold truth,
 but you hear nothing.
 Am I asking for a mouth full of soap?
 Have I done something to offend your pope?
 Will you backlash now,
 or will you explain,
 just how the almighty
 is making these claims?