of fate Confuse me Abuse me Misuse me Release my soul release my eyes A clock unwinds a flower dies Dishonesty disqualifies You win the race but lose the prize A
all who our love now deserve Some of you are going to die Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide I'll give you the names of those you
? Who made this bloody mess? And someone always answers like a Martyr Is it something you should know, did you never do your best? Would you be saved if you
for the slaughter The march of the martyrs Bred for the slaughter The march of the martyrs Bred for the slaughter You will know I will suffer, so you
change as the phases of our lives take center stage, one after the other Today I feel like a martyr, but tomorrow I'll be a warrior For even though my
love them all blind If you want to make a scene Then you've gotta make a scene I'll put my hands on you You put your hands on me If you want to make
shows me love, even if I never, ever win the dove, Im'a keep on praisin'! Pick up my cross and Im'a follow you, even if my boys stay behind and I'm
just manipulates my mind Her fabrical fabrication is fueling my fascination While I'm intoxicated she starts her assassination I'm losing all my honor and my years to the merciless Giving all my
For lust I was a martyr For pride I gave my heart up Now my heart's been changed Made a deep incision You made a heart exchange Tore down all my idols
You wouldn't overstand, you're humanly incapable My appetite for blood is gruesomely insatiable And I'm a righteous thug that's brutally defacing you And you
say you love me? Can you still say that you love me? Do you love me, do you love me? Do you love me, do you love me? Do you love me just as you did
'm shedding tears for Judas, a kiss may betray And I'm on the side of angels, on the heels of a dream a ghost to lay A hard reign may fall, a cruel wind
'pon Riddim I make you sing that You got them heathen ways about you boy, but you bring that Gal you don't tell me nothing sexy unless you mean that
took a day job amendment, I took a liking to you I took a page out of my rulebook for you You wanna message a confession, you wanna martyr me too You
, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time for tea and a time for
live I will surrender my soul And give you control Make me a martyr for love To the heavens above In the darkness My heart aches at the sight of you
sell, yeah You know I am I am And I will be closer to you Than you to anyone You're so full of conceit You beg to be undone You torment just for fun
end without a bungee [Wooo!] 'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky [true!] Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a