Die On The Cross Of The Martyr
Unprocessed, Tim Henson, & Scott Lepage
4:31I wonder how How can it be that two souls live beneath my chest? I wander on through the snowfall and the firestorm I wish I wasn't afraid of The haunted valley I wish I wasn't a failure That nobody needs In the depths of my mind, I'm lost and confined A question gnaws at my core, I can't deny Am I a mere illusion, a ghost in the crowd? Or do I carry a soul screaming out loud? I wish the voices in my head stopped their shrill tongues Just for a second so I could breathe some fresh air For a moment so I could stop sinking into despair I am a traitor in the face of myself A slave to a maggot that eats away my soul I ask the mountains to consume me as a whole How long will I be captured in this maze in the hail? I wonder how can it be that two souls live beneath my chest? I wander on through the snowfall and the firestorm I wish I wasn't afraid of The haunted valley I wish I wasn't a failure That nobody needs That nobody needs That nobody needs