Lyrics The Martyr - Cursive

The Martyr

And so it’s begun
This is year one
The birth of a child
In the form of a man
Wrapped in a towel
Passed out on the floor
These drunken hours
Graces deflowered
Cast down by an angel
She used to kiss his weeping eyes
Depressed in her bosom
Tears roll off her nipple
Sweet baby, don’t cry
Your tears are only alibis
To prove you still feel
You only feel sorry for yourself
Well, get on that cross
That’s all you’re good for
And thusly it ends
Depression seeps in
On a lonely messiah
Now he drinks with the lepers
Losing a limb
His better half
A glass was half-full
A head hung half-mast
He claims he’s the victim
Strangled by the nine-to-five
And a pattern of stillness
That haunted this still life
Your tears are only alibis
To prove you still feel
You only feel sorry for yourself
And that’s how you thrive
Your sorrow’s your goldmine
So write some sad song about me
Screaming your agonies, playing the saint
The Martyr
The Martyr
The Martyr
The Martyr
The Martyr
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