Testo Martyr

They′re lining up quick with my voice in their hand
I'm in the back seat of where I stand
It′s a funny little thing, when everything you feel
Is thrown in your face, like it's never really real

And I'm a martyr at my grave and I′m laughing at me
I was blinded for the kill I was deafened so they could speak
They took what was mine, they put it in a gun They point it at my head as if they′d already won
They already won

Then they broke their bread, they drank all the wine
They had the first meal and the last every time
And I'm still in this box, I still don′t fit
You can't burn it from the inside when there′s water in it

And I'm a martyr at my grave and I′m laughing at me
I was blinded for the kill I was deafened so they could speak
They took what was mine, they put it in a gun
They point it at my head as if they'd already won
They already won

Then maybe they're wrong They′re high after all
But the high that they′re on
Is what they show up for

And I'm a martyr at my grave and I′m laughing at me
I was blinded for the kill, I was deafened so they could speak
They took what was mine, they put it in a gun
They point it at my head as if they already won

And I'm a martyr at my grave and I′m laughing at me
I was blinded for the kill, I was deafened so they could speak
They took what was mine, they put it in a gun
They point it at my head as if they already won
They already won