Lyric: Glenn Danzig]

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