Left Hand Black

Kinda like a dog with seven pupils in it’s 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

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 it’s 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

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

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 it's last and final gap
How I see reality explode into another kind of life

I’m 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