The Martyr lyrics

Artist  : Cursive 
Song : The Martyr



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And so it's begun
This is year one
The
birth of a child in the form of a man
Wrapped
in 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 once 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...
Oh....