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Martyr Market

from Death Wins by Our Last Crusade

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ft. Benjø Agustin

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Forever a failure
All we leave behind are our complaints
Always the victim
Never at fault, just a product of our fathers
What's it like waiting to die?
Lashing out to hide the guilt in each sigh
Chip on your shoulder, but no shoulder to cry on
No one left to leech off

A pariah speaks its mind
Midst the barking and hollow cries
Who's a fascist and who's behind?
The afflicted roll the die

Now come the desolate
Rushing to be fed
Now come the desolate
Hanging on to every thread
Sinking into nothingness
Days evermore calamitous
Crooked mass
Now come the desolate

All we want is a fucking handout: someone else to pay for our sins
Forsake our cursed skin
All so scared of looking in

You've said enough, you fucking worm

Is your heart so devoid of basic pride?
You're no martyr, stop pretending you're so hard done by
Shopping 'round for the latest cause to capitalize
Stand up straight and grow a fucking spine

Misplaced wolves, displaced sheep
Collective calamity
Misplaced wolves, displaced fucking sheep (forever)
Casualties of the human comedy (a failure)

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from Death Wins, released January 20, 2023

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