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 pain 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 sweetand warm embrace
how i see the world's demise its last and final gasp how i seereality explode into another kind of lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
