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

Without your heart And death should know we

My hands are dirty with 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

Brand new God, 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 with his blood

And death should know we

After all I prepared you

For the second coming of my God