The Martyr-Cursive

[ti:The Martyr] [ar:Cursive] [al:Cursive's Domestica] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Martyr (烈士) - Cursive [00:36.59]And so it's begun [00:37.97] [00:38.54]This is year one [00:40.40]The birth of a child in the form of a man [00:43.91] [00:44.53]Wrapped in towel [00:46.47]Passed out on the floor [00:48.40]These drunken hours -- graces deflowered [00:52.59]Cast down by an angel [00:55.34] [00:56.53]She used to kiss his weeping eyes [00:59.59] [01:00.78]Depressed in her bosom [01:03.53] [01:04.91]Tears roll off her nipple [01:07.84] [01:09.17]Sweet baby don't cry [01:12.85]Your tears are only alibis [01:15.59] [01:16.17]To prove you still feel -- [01:18.41]You only feel sorry for yourself [01:21.97] [01:24.85]Well get on that cross [01:26.60] [01:27.10]That's all you're good for [01:29.98] [01:34.47]The Martyr [01:40.16] [01:44.67]And thusly it ends [01:46.80]Depression seeps in on a lonely messiah [01:51.05]Now he drinks with the lepers [01:53.49]Losing a limb his better half [01:57.74]A glass once half full [01:59.74]A head hung half-mast [02:01.80]He claims he's the victim [02:04.87] [02:06.49]Strangled by the nine-to-five [02:09.05] [02:10.86]And a pattern of stillness [02:13.30] [02:15.24]That haunted this still life [02:17.99] [02:52.91]Your tears are only alibis [02:54.98] [02:56.10]To prove you still feel [02:58.23]You only feel sorry for yourself [03:01.64] [03:04.27]And that's how you thrive [03:06.27]Your sorrow's your goldmine [03:08.52] [03:11.14]So write some sad song about me [03:14.02] [03:14.64]Screaming your agonies playing the saint [03:18.27] [03:19.58]The Martyr [03:22.27] [03:23.64]The Martyr [03:26.21] [03:36.21]The Martyr [03:38.21] [03:40.39]The Martyr [03:42.14] [03:44.52]The Martyr [03:46.83] [03:49.08]Oh