This Martyr’s Weekend

Look over at the candle’s flicker

Blow it out, put it out of it’s misery,

You’re not considerate, I wouldn’t consider that,

You just like sitting in the dark you made.

 

You’re a martyr who died with the devil’s tongue in your ear,

Every prayer you ever whispered was, for them to hear

 

Oh, oh,

Kneel, oh,

3 days, spent dead,

3 days, spent dead.

Cross your heart, hope not to die,

Not tonight,

Just one more sunrise,

Let them see you kneel.

 

Christen me the antichrist,

But you have no idea what you say,

Lead me up to your altar,

Let me sit here and stare,

You wear a mask, so no one can see,

Just how little you care.

 

You’re a martyr who died with the devil’s tongue in your mouth,

You ask him where you’re going but you can figure it out.

 

Oh, oh,

Kneel, oh,

3 days, spent dead,

3 days, spent dead.

Cross your heart, hope not to die,

Not tonight,

Just one more sunrise,

Let them see you kneel.