Teksty:
Blood Of The Martyr Other

Look at you lookin' back at me Who are you to judge what's going on inside of me? It's not your job to determine right from wrong Check your own heart

Have mercy on me oh loving God Wash clean the stains of my transgressions Wash away, make me pure, cleanse my soul with your blood fill me with your

Murder, rape and greed that's all i ever see religious pharisees Deceiving the weak And it breaks my heart This world was lost from the start Fueled

This is a matter of life or death and i wont let you slip away I love you too much for you To be another victim to the game I'd give my everything

were there when it all began And you always held true Never put us down, never walked away so i'll be ther efor you You were a friend like no other

woods who would whistle once in a while I could hear him shoot his pistol and the other kids hated me... but like a martyr i drove my self harder and harder blood

But remember this, my brother See in this some higher plan. You must use this precious silver To become an honest man. By the witness of the martyrs By the Passion and the Blood

the same as any other day you know I should have stayed in bed The day I tried to win I wallowed In the blood and mud with all the other pigs And I

Poets racking absinthe brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged