"March Of The Martyrs" by OTEP
suffer. suffer. suffer.
You will know. I will suffer so you won't. You will know. I will suffer so you don't.
(like a human sacrifice, we pay the price)
& it begins like this every time...
My heart starts reacting, My soul starts collapsing, I'm dancing in fire again. I'm burning & bleeding, The parasites are breeding, It's me versus me versus them.
I am whore, holy, loved, lonely Murdering the others now and then. I am barren, fruitful, bored but rarely useful. A sinner seeking manic martyrdom.
The devil may care but I don't. No masters, no gods, no laws, no soul. I'm insignificant, I'm shiny & unique. I'm a freak, I'm a fuck-up, I'm suffering.
Touch. Taste. Feel.
Prick the skin, push it in, Nothing will be wasted. All my hate, all my faith, The cloak becomes sacred. Prick the skin, push it in, Nothing will be wasted.
Touch. Taste. Feel.
And you will see And you will know We will heal ... Everything.
My heart starts collapsing, My soul starts reacting, I'm back in the fire again. I'm burning & bleeding, The parasites are feeding, It's me versus me & all of them.
I am whore, holy, loved, lonely Murdering the others I have been. I am barren, fruitful, bored but rarely useful. A sinner seeking manic martyrdom.
The devil may care but I don't. No masters, no gods, no laws, no soul. I'm insignificant, I'm shiny & unique. I'm a freak, I'm a fuck-up, I'm martyring.
Prick the skin, push it in, Nothing will be wasted. All my hate, all my faith, The cloak becomes sacred. Prick the skin, push it in, Nothing will be wasted.
Touch. Taste. Feel.
Prick the skin, push it in, Nothing will be wasted.
Bred for the slaughter. The march of the martyrs.
(exodus)
You will know. I will suffer so you don't I will suffer so you won't.
|