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The Martyr Lyrics
And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a
man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours --
graces deflowered 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...
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... Oh....
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