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I have come to raise the dead
I aint coming for forgivenss
I am not praying for my sins
I betrayed you my sweet Jesus
I have chosen hell on earth
I will get away with murder
I will get away with pride
Dont expect me to be sober
When you know I'm running wild
I dont wear no crown of thorns
Will you know i never pray
I will offer no salvation
I was born to raise from hell
In the garden I met my old friend
He is the one with many names
We have always been like brothers
Now I wear my graveyard suite