Even if I were to tell you who I am you would drug me up and make me sing for you at a price.
You would take my children and brainwash them to hate me.
You would sit them in a room as they all watch while you left me there alone on a cross to die.
Nails hammered inside of my flesh just for wanting to save you.
Well here I am, back with my angels on stage dressed in all black with thorns of gold around my head playing my purple guitar.
I’ve resurrected, and I remember what you did to me, now kneel before your resurrected King.
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