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