Left Hand Black

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 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 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