Kinda like a dog w/ seven pupils in its eye Kinda like a madness that refuses in 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 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 How i see the battle And the bleeding human race How i miss the taste of it Its sweet and warm embrace How i see The world's demise Its last And final gap How i see reality explode Into another kind of life
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