Martyrs Songtext
von I, Omega

I tear off these scars in my hands
Of the mind will wear and cleanse
This rite will sterilize the slate that I had to begin with

Three beggars arrive and brought forth to light this heresy
Grinning as sliced their throats and from
Through teeth I know not what you speak

I felt my pain hanging in this dark frame
Legs kicking at the chair, I′m molding inches away
If I were God for only one day
I'd protect those who were benighted and quietly looked away


You′ll find me speaking to gravestones
Lacking insight from the dead
But taking the advice from the vultures perched on them

I cradle my beliefs under the nose
While water fell from your mouth that keep my back to the close
And I felt my pain hanging in this dark frame
Legs kicking at the chair, I'm molding inches away
If I were God for only one day
I'd protect those who were benighted and quietly looked away

The cancer that overtakes us all is
The ignorance we wear on our sleeve

Three beggars arrive and brought forth to light this heresy
Spreading their guts on the floor
I found them all to be as guilty as me