Backlash (Acoustic) [Bonus Track]

Dear God, will no one get out of here alive?

Lost your head in this new medicine floating in the skies

Heavy clouds come crashing down harder every time

Sink or swim in these loaded fantasies flooding out your mind

Dear God, for now you've gone and lost your sight of land

Drunk with power in your final hours, 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 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

Hung by your self-righteous hands

Get ready to meet your maker now

Backlashing back at you, liar

Backlashing back at you, run, coward

Run, coward

Run, coward

Hung by your hands

Hung by your self-righteous hands

Your self-righteous hands