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

(Backlashing back at you)

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

(Backlashing 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

Hung by your self righteous hands (run coward)

Get ready to meet your maker now