Back of My Head

It’s always there in the back of my head
Everywhere I go, in the back of my head
A sudden blow to the back of the head
A one man show without no reason
Well fed from the palm of our hands
A tiny thread in the back of my head
Not just sweat in the palm of my hand
Pools of blood, the walls before me
Keep on rising up
They keep on rising up
If god is large and god’s in charge
We’ll keep on rising up
(Is it you, or the long, compassionate wind, that whispers in my ear: 'alas,
alas'?)
It’s always there in the back of my head
Everywhere I go, in the back of my head
A set of eyes in the back of the head
Fixed on every minor detail
Told you once you’re running scared
Told you once, the walls before me
Keep on rising up
They keep on rising up
If god is large and god’s in charge
We’ll keep on rising up
It’s always there in the back of my head
Keep on rising up
They keep on rising up
If god is large and god’s in charge
We’ll keep on rising up
It’s always there in the back of my head