Fix - Backlash

The tremulous ground beneath my feet

Is barely open to

The frailty that fills me

And the fire burns my skin

And the water won’t come in

To wash away the frenzy

Only you can heal me

Bring me the god

The one I’ve been aching for

The substitute for life

I hardly can endure

If heaven was here beside my home

I wouldn’t pray for things to come

Would you feel what I feel

But the fire still remains

A flaming virus in my veins

That disorts what’s real

That disorts what I feel

Bring me the god

The one I’ve been aching for

The substitue for life

I hardly can endure