O mártir!

"(...)

Cast down by an angel
She used to kiss his weeping eyes
Depressed in her bosom
Tears roll off her nipple

...Sweet baby, don't cry...

Your tears are only alibis
To prove you still feel
You only feel sorry for yourself

Well, get on that cross
That's all you're good for...

The Martyr!!!


And thusly it ends
Depression seeps in on a lonely messiah
Now he drinks with the lepers
Losing a limb, his better half
A glass once half full
A head hung half-mast
He claims he's the victim!
Strangled by the nine-to-five
And a pattern of stillness
That haunted this still life

Your tears are only alibis
To prove you still feel
You only feel sorry for yourself

And that's how you thrive
Your sorrow's your goldmine
So write some sad song about me
Screaming your agonies, playing the saint

The Martyr!
The Martyr!!
The Martyr!!!
The Martyr...
...The Martyr, uhh."