Backslide

I ain’t goin’ back, won’t backslide again

I’ll weather every storm, the cannonades of thunder and

(the) hollow proclamations from meager-hearted men who make simple all the things they don’t care to understand

I ain’t goin’ back, won’t backslide again

To a trimmed and tailored truth sewn with a dogmatic thread

They needle those resisting, they judge and they condemn

They only know how to tear; they don’t know how to mend

Love never loses

Carries on ahead just like time

Hate’s just an illusion dragging you down from behind

I ain’t goin’ back, won’t backslide again

I’ll weather every storm, the cannonades of thunder and

(the) hollow proclamations from meager-hearted men who make simple all the things they don’t care to understand