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, from 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 trash you liar 

Backlashing, back at you, run coward 



Backlashing, back at you



Bare the truth, when the storm comes through 

With hell and high tides 

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, 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