and walk away, ?cuz you?re happily depressed; Inventing your own love loss, You invent your own success; I?m giving you a name boy, You?re poor Role Martyr
and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call Summoning both poet and thrall Sweet catalyst for the acolytes Our heroes & martyrs
lived from the dawn of time With every passing day, mankind is reaching For the gift of truth from the divine Do we believe in the holy martyr? What
Shit, sometimes man, be contemplating Yo, living in hell, die, might be better Walk through the shadow of death, my out pissing Rebel, laughing at the
Forgive us, it felt like a prison to lead Predestined lives without a choice If you could see her now you would be so proud Is it murder? Dear Martyr
're changing the way of the world, die for Martyr, we are following You Bless us for eternity Messiah, we are torturing You When You lose the power of Your words Martyr
through your lessons, you fooled yourself, yeah! The way she sees it, with no regret, The way she spins her web! Well you're not opossed to being a martyr
Fate Outside these doors Of masques and martyrs ad the loveless The sin was beautiful Blank empire closed,the eyes of heaven shine a smoke screen,
Out of control in a wreckless way So easily it can be taken all away Martyr man will die for what he sees Martyr man will fight for what he thinks Martyr
Reign of fear, of war, Of silence, of resignation Under the rules of the book of lies Trawling the wrong path Led like cattle Never try to understand,
continent I give all of my confidence Redemption (2) Weh dem gone weh dem deh Tribute to the martyrs Which part dem gone A weh dem deh, Heh When Martyrs
Epileptic scraggly limbs leave a weightless impression Nailed to a wooden cross Like thumbtacks to a wall I made you a martyr Like hundreds before Picking
vain A way that I would never outgrow the pain I've been a martyr for love I've been a martyr for love I've been a martyr for love I've been a martyr
I'm taking a ride with my best friend I hope he never lets me down again He knows where he's taking me Taking me where I want to be I'm taking a ride
Momma I fear the night is falling Blacker than jet and cold as ice And somewhere a gentle voice is calling And I hear the sounds of paradise See the
, feel Prick the skin, push it in Nothing will be wasted Bred for the slaughter The march of the martyrs Bred for the slaughter The march of the martyrs
version Of the sewer Christ picture show Maybe it's stupid Maybe it's nothing Maybe this something Just won't go away I'm not a liar And I'm not a martyr
