Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Martyr, artist - Rome. Album song Hall of Thatch, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 18.01.2018
Record label: Trisol
Song language: English
Martyr |
| Why was I born in my body and not in |
| My brother’s body? |
| Grease up your act and get ready |
| For the man |
| Suck him off slow and spit it on the wall |
| I said, grease up your act and get ready |
| Fot the man! |
| Weak what wants — |
| The master’s come to call |
| And you will pay for the mad dances |
| He piped |
| Kneel for your mother’s meat |
| Come swallow my price |
| You might grow up to see |
| That each man has his way |
| To betray your dream |
| I’ll be the anguish inside you |
| I’m coming down your mud well |
| Now let’s see the nuns move so well |
| Now calm your breath |
| In the noise and foam |
| Under the stares of hungry people |
| Waiting to take control |
| The center can not hold |
| A creature so curshable |
| Oh, let’s see the nuns |
| And let it come down, come down now |
| Then you circle about the candle room |
| Where you arse flames up |
| Like some minor moon |
| Wielding the lash to separate |
| Servants from slaves |
| I’ll be the martyr |
| Your jealous relisgion craves |
| Yeah. |
| I’ll be the martyr |
| I will be. |
| The martyr. |
| Yeah. |
| I will be |