i am a walking

screaming hell

a thing of torture to behold

this vivisection

splits my soul

a thing of torture to behold



where you run to

won't take too long

i've come to get you

won't take too long

and death should know we



no hesitating

give up your heart

it ain't so lonely

w/o your heart

and death should know we

my hands are dirty w/ his blood



and i can take you there

i've got a brand new god

and if i lay you there

under my brand new god

then i will slay you there

for my brand new god



where are you running to

it didn't take too long

i've come and gone now

you didn't take too long

and death should know we

my hands are dirty w/ his blood

and death should know we

after all

i prepared you for

the second coming

of my god