Martyrs
Pupil Slicer
3:50This love, so pure Each bit of lead wants more Porcelain strings on me Pulse racing Burning with lust Desire To control me To render all around to dust So pure The little things we sought The gore It peels away from my head Watch how it fights The iron surrounds becoming sight Forgotten Oil leaks from rifled marrow I leave behind my sorrow Can you forgive what I become This demon is a gun No turning back Save me Save me Save me Can you forgive what I become This demon is a gun Black inexistence falls Loose rubble fails to form Traces removed of all Wiped from the face of terror