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Been dead and buried, six feet underground
Been nearly 20 years since I've made a sound
Been waiting for a sign
Now I think it's time to raise the dead

It's my resurrection

Long forgotten rhymes, long forgotten times
So far gone I may as well be deaf, dumb and blind
You never heard a word I said
Now I think it's time to raise the dead

Raise the dead
It's my resurrection
raise the dead

Hit me, hurt me, beat me, bruise me
Tie me up and use me
gag my thoat so I won't make a sound

Throw me on the ground and break me
Nail me to your tree and take me
Nothing you can do will hold me down

What kind of world was left behind?
That paradise is only in my mind, now
What kind of world have we become?
All things we did have come undone

What kind of world was underground?
So far below, it can't be found
What kind of world is in the sky?
Was it only a lie?

What kind of world has been and gone?
What kind of world have we become?
What kind of world is yet to come?

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