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So... you can heal,
They claim with conviction,
You've got a crowd.
So... what's your appeal?
Your voice, your predictions,
They're getting loud.
But if I let you die, you must forgive me.
Raise me up,
Up through the ashes,
Take me on,
Into the light.
(light... light...)
You want to die,
Create a sensation,
Be making the news.
An eye for an eye,
A king of creation,
King of the Jews.
Before I let you die, you must forgive me.
Raise me up,
Up through the ashes,
Take me on,
Into the light.
(light... light...)
[Guitar Solo]
Give me sign of remorse,
(I don't need your blood!)
You will hang on the cross,
For playing God.
You the people must decide:
The self-proclaimed prophet,
Or the novice murderer.
The king or the convict,
It's up to you,
So tell me who's free to go.
Raise me up,
Up through the ashes,
Take me on,
Into the light.
(light... light...)
Raise me up,
Up through the ashes,
Take me on,
Into the light.
(light... light...)