Martyr's Mantra - Sleepy Sun

It’s you, it’s your fault

It’s been you all along

Slide the knife

The fly on the wall

Could never tell a soul

What’s been done

Cold thriller come closer

Don’t push me away

It’s hard breathing, there’s no healing

Death makes no mistakes

It’s true, you’re to blame

There’s no one left to frame

Pull the stool

You will burn to the core

Like Jesus with the whore

Of Babylon

Cold thriller, come closer

Don’t push me away

It’s hard breathing, there’s no healing

Death makes no mistakes

You will drown in your zeal

Reflections won’t repeal

Climb the cross

You will feel righteous pain

Bathe yourself in vain

Flood the lungs

Cold killer, come closer

Don’t push me away

It’s hard breathing, there’s no healing

Death makes no mistakes