Martyr - Rome

Why was I born in my body and not in

My brother’s body?

Grease up your act and get ready

For the man

Suck him off slow and spit it on the wall

I said, grease up your act and get ready

Fot the man!

Weak what wants —

The master’s come to call

And you will pay for the mad dances

He piped

Kneel for your mother’s meat

Come swallow my price

You might grow up to see

That each man has his way

To betray your dream

I’ll be the anguish inside you

I’m coming down your mud well

Now let’s see the nuns move so well

Now calm your breath

In the noise and foam

Under the stares of hungry people

Waiting to take control

The center can not hold

A creature so curshable

Oh, let’s see the nuns

And let it come down, come down now

Then you circle about the candle room

Where you arse flames up

Like some minor moon

Wielding the lash to separate

Servants from slaves

I’ll be the martyr

Your jealous relisgion craves

Yeah.

I’ll be the martyr

I will be.

The martyr.

Yeah.

I will be