Cursive - The Martyr Lyrics
and so it's begunthis is year onethe birth of a child in the form of a manwrapped in a towelpassed out on the floorthese drunken hours - graces defloweredcast downby an angelshe used to kiss his weeping eyesdepressed in her bosomtears roll off her nipplesweetie, don't cry...your tears are only alibisto prove you still feel -you only feel sorry for yourselfwell, get on that cross,that's all you're good forand thusly it endsdepression seeps in on a lonely messiahnow he drinks with the leperslosing a limbhis better halfa glass once half fulla head hung half-masthe claims he's the victimstrangled by the nine-to-fiveand a pattern of stillnessthat haunted this still lifeyour tears are only alibisto prove you still feel -youonly feel sorry for yourselfand that's how you thrive,your sorrow's your goldmineso write some sad song about mescreaming your agonies, playing the saintthe martyr
