Testo Backlash

Dear God
Will no one get out of here alive
"Lost in your head"
Is new medicine
Floating in the sky

Every clouds come crashing down
Harder every time Seems to scare me
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

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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 deeper every time

Dear God,
Will anyone get out of here alive?

Dead ahead again
Do the medicine
Every cloud you ride

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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