"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
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 - 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....Oh...."
-the martyr, words by cursive(music also by cursive, but i don't have music playing so it really doesn't need to be said)- 