Locusts, tornadoes, crosses and nazi halos They follow, they follow Ashes and friends, ass-backwards medicines They follow They know I might need you to lead And part the sea so we can cross If they follow us still, I might need you to kill Every room and every human at will They'll drown your disease, they'll pound you with the love of Jesus They follow, they follow They'll own your days, they're only God's babies They follow They know I might need you to hack And cover the tracks so we can hide If they sight us still I might need you to kill They can tell me what to read They can tell me what to eat They can beat me and send me the bill But they tell me what to feel? I might need you to kill Yeah, I might need you to kill I might need you to kill