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 Without your heart And death should know we My hands are dirty with his blood And I can take you there I've got a brand new GodAnd if I lay you there Under my brand new GodThen I will slay you there For my brand new GodBrand new God, brand new GodWhere 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 with his blood And death should know we After all I prepared you For the second coming of my God