kinda like a dog

w/ seven pupils

in its eye

kinda like a madness

that refuses

in subside

kinda like everything you want

just w/ in your grasp

kinda like

how a banshee-wail

dances

on a living heart

i'm gonna stand

at the top of the world and

challenge the heavens

gonna bring you god

gonna bring you god

in the palm of the left

hand

black

gonna bring you god

kinda like

when the sun goes down

and darkness makes its climb

kinda like all your muscle tissue

starting to unwind

kinda like

if you brave the hate

fade it

to the left hand black



how i know

i can take their power

send it back at

triple times the strength



how i see the battle

and the bleeding human race

how i miss the taste of it

its sweet and warm

embrace



how i see

the world's demise

its last

and final gap

how i see reality

explode

into another kind of life