Kinda like a dog with seven pupils in its eye

kinda like a madness that refuses in subside

Kinda like everything you want just with in your grasp

Kinda like how a banshee-wail dances on a living heart Im 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 Im 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 How I see the battle and the bleeding human race

How I miss the taste of it, it's sweet and warm embrace

How I see the worlds demise it's last and final gap

How I see reality explode into another kind of life Im 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 Gonna bring you God, gonna bring you God

In the palm of the left hand black

Gonna bring you God