Kinda like a dog with seven pupils in its eye Kinda like a madness that refuses to subside Kinda like everything you want, just within 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, feed it to the left hand black How i know i can take their power, send it back at triple times its strength Yea 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, yea Gonna bring you god 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 gasp How i see reality explode into another kind of life, well 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, yea Gonna bring you god Gonna bring you god Gonna bring you god In the palm of the left hand black, yea Gonna bring you god