They're lining up quick with my voice in their hand
I'm in the back seat of where I stand
It's a funny little thing when everything you feel
Is thrown in your face, like it's never really real
And I'm a martyr at my grave and I'm laughing at me
I was blinded for the kill, I was deafened so they could speak
They took what was mine, they put it in a gun
They point it at my head as if they'd already won
They already won
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Then they broke their bread, they drank all the wine
They had the first meal and the last every time
And I'm still in this box, I still don't fit
You can't burn it from the inside when there's water in it
And I'm a martyr at my grave and I'm laughing at me
I was blinded for the kill, I was deafened so they could speak
They took what was mine, they put it in a gun
They point it at my head as if they'd already won
They already won
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Then maybe they're wrong
They're high after all
But the high that they're on
Is what they show up for
And I'm a martyr at my grave and I'm laughing at me
I was blinded for the kill, I was deafened so they could speak
They took what was mine, they put it in a gun
They point it at my head as if they already won
And I'm a martyr at my grave and I'm laughing at me
I was blinded for the kill, I was deafened so they could speak
They took what was mine, they put it in a gun
They point it at my head as if they already won
They already won