Martyr Songtext
von Graaavel

You can′t believe what you see
Well, it's what made me hide when I was thirteen
And I′d pretend to be a real boy
If it kept me from being a body on the street
Am I a victim or a monster?
Maybe check my pants before you speak
I have this feeling I'll be a martyr
If I keep dragging my feet

It's not me yet
But it could be tomorrow
And if I run away
Will I leave behind the sorrow?

I′ll never be the man of the hour
If I can′t be their political martyr
I feel depressed but I can't call the doctor
′Cause we're not sure if trans healthcare is covered


If the T in trans means terrorist
Then maybe you should call my therapist
If you′re so scared of sounding arrogant
Maybe I'm not the one who′s delicate
Hold up a sign on the street
But no one stops to figure out what it means
And I keep screaming into the void
Hoping someone'll hear when I speak

I'm not a burden to the system
If I just ride the machine
I′m getting nauseous in this cycle
But it won′t stop 'til I bleed

It′s not me yet
But it could be tomorrow
And if I run away
Will I leave behind the sorrow?

I'll never be the man of the hour
If I can′t be their political martyr
I feel depressed but I can't call the doctor
′Cause we're not sure if trans healthcare is covered