i am a walking
screaming hell
a thing of torture to behold
this vivisection
splits my soul
a thing of torture to
behold
where you run to
won't take too long
i've come to get you
won't take too long
and death should know
we
no hesitating
give up your heart
it ain't so lonely
w/o your heart
and death should know we
my
hands are dirty w/ his blood
and i can take you there
i've got a brand new god
and if i lay you there
under my
brand new god
then i will slay you there
for my brand new god
where are you running to
it didn't take too
long
i've come and gone now
you didn't take too long
and death should know we
my hands are dirty w/ his blood
and
death should know we
after all
i prepared you for
the second coming
of my god