Martyr (feat. Liam Solway)
I saw the signs
Lived in the lines
Of another fucking person
I'll miss what's left behind
The comfort sought that left me blind
With eyes wide, couldn't see
The forest for the trees
Maybe repent for a life
On my knees
Bend me
Break me
Use me
Lose me
Connecting dots in my shattered mind
Fucking insane
That's what they call me
Don't have a death wish
Won't be a martyr
I got my own thing
Not your pariah
I got this fucked up feeling
That I don't know how to stomach
So deep within me
Seems like I'm always running
Insistent whispers I need to change something
Like a thorn stuck in my side and it won't stop fucking testing me
This age old scene
Now a slate wiped clean
New life so to speak
Sometimes it makes me sick
(Liam Solway of Cultists)
Mind torn wide
Left on the outside
Bearing the brute force of all this
Staring down into the abyss
It pulls me down
I'm not done yet
Its not over
Let me out
Fucking insane
That's what they call me
Don't have a death wish
Won't be a martyr
I got my own thing
Not your pariah
No
Do you know what I've been through?
No
Don't you know what we've been through?
Fucked up from the start
It rips me apart
All this time
Wishing for nothing to say
This age-old scene
Now a slate wiped clean
Not a cheap trick
No fucking gimmicks
I've got a life to live
Not a fuck to give
So end it
End it
Lived in the lines
Of another fucking person
I'll miss what's left behind
The comfort sought that left me blind
With eyes wide, couldn't see
The forest for the trees
Maybe repent for a life
On my knees
Bend me
Break me
Use me
Lose me
Connecting dots in my shattered mind
Fucking insane
That's what they call me
Don't have a death wish
Won't be a martyr
I got my own thing
Not your pariah
I got this fucked up feeling
That I don't know how to stomach
So deep within me
Seems like I'm always running
Insistent whispers I need to change something
Like a thorn stuck in my side and it won't stop fucking testing me
This age old scene
Now a slate wiped clean
New life so to speak
Sometimes it makes me sick
(Liam Solway of Cultists)
Mind torn wide
Left on the outside
Bearing the brute force of all this
Staring down into the abyss
It pulls me down
I'm not done yet
Its not over
Let me out
Fucking insane
That's what they call me
Don't have a death wish
Won't be a martyr
I got my own thing
Not your pariah
No
Do you know what I've been through?
No
Don't you know what we've been through?
Fucked up from the start
It rips me apart
All this time
Wishing for nothing to say
This age-old scene
Now a slate wiped clean
Not a cheap trick
No fucking gimmicks
I've got a life to live
Not a fuck to give
So end it
End it
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Francis Campbell, Jeremy Djohangunaedi, Liam Andrew Wayte, Reagan George Billett
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