You cut your wrist in your deepest depression
Blood on the floor and you´re seeking attention
A cry out for help, some affection
But you get nothing from me, no reaction
Insanity, the word to describe us
Brought up with rage, the words that defines us
We are the lost, we are the angels with no wings
We are the roth
We are the black sheep, we are the hellraised
We are damnation, we are the hell‐motherfucking‐raised
Insanity, the word to describe us
Brought up with rage, the words that defines us
Attempting to make this your murder scene
hold your wrist`s out for me
HELLRAISED