Paroles de Martyr

Where martyrs stand the idols fall But in my solitude I surrender Where Judas smiles the curtain is torn I am the weaker here, the pretender And the Blood will make angles of us all Oh beyond comprehension That He would choose one who seldom takes the call Straight to heart, defy convention Our heroes are tangible and able To keep our focus from the One Who bled and died in a halo of pain Labeled a fake, a heretic, while He is the true Son And the Blood will make angles of us all Oh beyond comprehension That He would choose one who seldom takes the call Straight to heart, defy convention Perfect Martyr for me Perfect Martyr for you