Backlash

Dear God, will no one get out of here alive

Well I’ll still have them

This new Madison floating in the sky

Every clouds come crashing down

Harder every time

Think this remedy is loaded fantasies

Flooding out your mind

Fear God, from now you’ve gone

And I’m still saddled in

In your final hours

Running without a send

Come by your self righteous hands

Get ready to meet your maker

Now backlashing, back trash you liar

Backlashing, back dashing run coward

Bare the truth, when the storm comes through

Withheld in high tides

Tip the scales and drive the nails in

Deeper every time

Dear God, will no one get out of here alive

The ten had again, do to Madison

Heaven clouds collide

Come by your self righteous hands

Get ready to meet your maker

Now backlashing, back trash you liar

Backlashing, back dashing run coward

Come by your self righteous hands

Get ready to meet your maker

Now backlashing, back trash you liar

Backlashing, back dashing run coward

Come by your self righteous hands

Get ready to meet your maker now