Martyr

They've Built This Place in Here
It's Where I'm Banished, Stuck Again
And I'm Lying to Pass My Breath
Pass My Breath to Those Who Will Die
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