Lyrics Martyr - Rome

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