Martyr (The Blank Theory)

They've built this place in here It's where I'm banished, stuck again And I'm lying to pass my breathe Pass my breathe to those who would have died Or could I go on And wear the marks of a thousand years And scorn the angels that I've born Desperately, so desperately Crawling back to the womb Crawling back to the womb I, I lost Or could I go on A knife in the hands of a beautiful woman Will cast a spell worth a thousand years I wish you would hold onto me I wish you'd remember me when I'm gone I'm gone I'm dead for all of you I'm dead for all of you