Album: Ghost Opera
So you can hear
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
You want to die
Create a sensation
Be makin' the news
An eye for an eye
Mocking our creation
Can you reduce
Before I let you die, you must forgive me
Raise me up, up through the ashes
Take me on, into the light
Give a 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 which way to go
Raise me up, up through the ashes
Take me on, into the light
Raise me up, up through the ashes
Take me on, into the light