Martyr

"Open my eyes, but the world fades to black

Watching the wicked slip through the cracks

Call out to God, but he’s not calling back

Set into motion to watch the collapse

Laughing living in your coffin, how could you be so heartless, twisted up and godless?

I’m not ashamed of the blood on my hands, but I still wrestle with the fear that no one

will understand I stare inside a black heart filthy with sin I’ll gladly be a martyr for the

innocent. I am the revenge.

You can’t be saved when you’re kneeling to pray. Filth on your hands. You can’t wash

away you cry out to God but he’s looking away. This justice must be paid maggots,

crawling through your casket a special place in hell for your masochistic actions. Light a

cigarette put it to your lips.

I’m not ashamed of the blood on my hands, but I still wrestle with the fear that no one

will understand I stare inside a black heart filthy with sin I’ll gladly be a martyr for the

innocent. I am the revenge.

Never gonna be a poster child not the one to make you smile.

Like a shotgun remedy, I’ll be the one to set you free.

I’m not ashamed of the blood on my hands, but I still wrestle with the fear that no one

will understand I stare inside a black heart filthy with sin I’ll gladly be a martyr for the

innocent. I am the revenge. I’m not ashamed of the blood on my hands I am the revenge.

Yes I am the revenge. a black heart filthy with sin. I am the revenge. Yes I am the

revenge."