My Own Martyr Songtext
von Padmé

You gotta ask
Can a war end when its not over for you,
When you′re still scraping by
With the thoughts that consume?

So you think to yourself:

(I'm not even my own martyr)
You still hear their voices in your home
(I′m not even my own martyr)
And they won't let you be alone
(I'm not even my own martyr)
The walls and the bed whisper
I′m not even my own martyr


You gotta think
For yourself when they get ready to collide,
But the illusion of living with what you choose
Makes the walls more closer and closer to your spine

With wailing resurrections
But with the leash on your arm, tied to your cords they align
With the memory of you running around,
You were running around

(I′m not even my own martyr)
You still hear their voices in your own home
(I'm not even my own martyr)
And they won′t let you be alone
(I'm not even my own martyr)
The walls and the bed whisper
I′m not even my own martyr

We're not fine we′re falling apart
We're not fine, we're falling apart
We′re not fine, we′re falling apart