Martyr - The Blank Theory

They’ve built this place in here

It’s where I’m banished, stuck again

And I’m lying to pass my breathe

Pass my breathe to those who would have died

Or could I go on

And wear the marks of a thousand years

And scorn the angels that I’ve born

Desperately, so desperately

Crawling back to the womb

Crawling back to the womb

I, I lost

Or could I go on

A knife in the hands of a beautiful woman

Will cast a spell worth a thousand years

I wish you would hold onto me

I wish you’d remember me when I’m gone

I’m gone

I died for all of you

I died for all of you