Role Martyr X

To find the strength to carry on
You put the marks into your body
You talk at length how you’re alone
And bitch at all the famous parties

Yeah

Such a vision of pure loneliness
What an image you profess
Don’t you turn and walk away
Cause you’re getting me depressed

In hopes you’d never be alone
You bore your cross around your body
It was in bad taste
Immolate and gaudy

Boy, you look familiar

You’re a vision of the loneliness
Add an image to the press
You turn and walk away
Cause you’re happily depressed
Inventing your own love loss
You invent your own success
I’m giving you a name boy
You’re poor Role Martyr-X

You’re a vision of our loneliness
Like the ones that predecessed
Return in other ways
When they’re pleasantly suppressed
Unlimited in lowliness
You’re a ringer for success
I hope you find your pain boy
Our poor Role Martyr-X

Get your gun, get it
Get your gun, get it
Get your gun, get it
Get your gun and get away from me

Go

One takes one, get it
One makes one
Is it, one hates one
Is it, one eats one to make a way for me

So we're the visions of your loneliness
From an image on TV
Don’t turn and walk away
You’re depressed so happily
Inventing your own love lost
Envisioning success
I hope you die of pain, our
Poor Role Martyr-X;

In a visionary loneliness
There’s a pattern that repeats
I really hate to say but
There’s a similarity
Pontificating loves lost
He bitches when he’s blessed
Your living is in vain boy
Our poor Role Martyr-X

Since I am the most humble
I am the most humble
I am the most humble man in the world

I am the most humble
I am the most humble
I am the most humble man in the world