Edge of Chaos - A Man Called Martyr

Presumptions gather overhead
Circling like buzzards, waiting for your death
A shadow cast upon your daily bread
Self-righteous, walking through the valley
Screaming obscenities, waiting for the rally
Hoping that someone will strike you down

You go and weave your tale of loss
Claiming it's for a common cause
This man called martyr
Serves only himself

Steadfast in your misplaced belief
Suffering in vain, owning all the grief
Unaware that the world laughs at you
Delusions gather in your mind
Holier than thou, grandeur personified
You turn a blind eye to the truth

You go and weave your tale of loss
Claiming it's for a common cause
This man called martyr
Serves only himself

So tell me more about the man I should've been
And tell me more about my many sins
I'll tell you all about your wasted life
This illusion of suffering that you call your wife

Written by:
Frank Birkner III

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