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kinda like a dog with seven pupils in its eye

kinda like a madness that refuses to subside

kinda like everything you want

just within 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

feed it to the left hand black

how i know i can take their power

send it back at triple times strength

i'm gonna stand at the top of the world

challenge the heavens

gonna bring you god

gonna bring you god

in the palm of the left hand black

gonna bring you god

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 gasp

how i see reality explode into another kind of life

i'm gonna stand at the top of the world

challenge the heavens

gonna bring you god

gonna bring you god

in the pain of the lefthandblack

gonna bring you god