I'm part of the backlash, baby
And I'm taking you all out with me
Cuz I've searching for some final restitution
For the desperate and the disparate and
I've been waking up in total dissolution
By the boot that's kicking in your front door
And I'm sick of it all now honey
And I've been thinking about how all of this
How it began
How it started with some sense of obligation
But now I'm thinking about more and more
How it ended with your hands behind your back
They got you lying face down on the floor
And of you that night
And the faraway look of remorse in your eyes
When you crawled by my side
And said "hey life is hard enough without these reminders
That the buzzing in your ears don't stop,
Thhe clicking and the caution and oh,
There was a time when I thought that it was worth it
But I can't say that I do anymore."
You were the frost, the precipitation
Floating down soft and accumulated
Cooling, the shock slowly dissipated
Once the temperature dropped
And you were the demonstration of
Our degenerated will
When like herculaneum all covered in ash
All I could think about was
You in the frost, the precipitation
Floating, that shock slowly dissipated
Cooling into some sort of soft delirium
And I wake in a fright just feeling
Further and farther apart
From the planes taking flight
And their engines, they roar as they start on up into the sky
With a pain in my head and an ache in my heart
As I crawl back to bed, I know I'm finally part
As the bombs start to drop I know I'm finally part
Of the backlash, baby