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