Letra de Martyred

Cover me in dust and scratch marks
And keep me in your wallet for when you begin to fall apart
So you can pull me out and burn my effigy
And chant the words beneath your bated breath, reluctantly;
“Holy Ghost, begone, and crawl back on that cross that you fell from!”
You ain’t no martyr just because your father had a son
Father, son are one, he repeats the awful things you’ve done
You don’t gotta be a hero just ‘cause daddy got a gun
You covered me with cuts and track marks
And made yourself out to be some sort of Joan of Arc
Who gave everything they had for family
Nobody asked you to bear that responsibility
Holy Ghost, begone, and crawl back to that hole that you rose from!
You ain’t no martyr just because your father had a son
Father, son are one, he repeats the awful things you’ve done
You don’t gotta be a hero just 'cause daddy got a gun