Cursive The Martyr Lyrics

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....