kinda like a dog   w/ seven pupils   in its eye   kinda like a madness   that refuses   to 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   challenge the heavens   gonna bring you god   gonna bring you god   in the pain 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      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 world's demise   its last   and final gasp   how i see   reality   explode   into another kind of life