Martyr 歌词

Pray yourself away. Worship your self-inflating deity for another day if it helps you sleep at night, gives you some rules and morals to live by up until you die. But then it all just fades away. Your moral standings mean nothing at the end of the day. Thinking in the long run, you live and help the world none. Your conscience dies uncomfortably. "Cast out the demons from deep within! Cleanse a soiled soul of all its sins!" Market salvation to the weak of mind, buying your place in 'heaven' at the end of your time. Stop cutting other's paths with the religion you sell! Martyr, liar! You're scared of a false hell.