Brand New God

I am a walking screaming hell
A thing of torture to behold
This vivisection splits my soul
A thing of torture to behold, yeah!

Woah, where you run to
Woah, won't take too long
Oh, I've come to get you
Oh, won't take too long
Oh, and death should know me

Oh, no hesitating
Woah, give up your heart
Woah, it ain't so lonely
Oh, without your heart

Oh, and death should know me
My hands are dirty with his blood

And I can take you there
I've got a brand new God
But if I lay you there
Under my brand new God
Then I will slay you there
For my brand new God

Oh, where are you running to?
Oh, it didn't take too long
Oh, I've come and gone now
Oh, you didn't take too long

Oh, and death should know me
My hands are dirty with his blood
Oh, and death should know me
After all
I prepared you for the second coming of my God