Paroles de 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