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