Martyrs
| Hiding in the alleys Tucked behind the walls Holding a gun, gladly Soon to shoot a first one On the other side Lying on a bed Folding again for an absolute uncountable time Until want to becomes will to Nothing will change Away Unwant to, need to become will to Yes we cheer, we may hear But do we steer the wheel to what we hear as we cheer? What are we doing? Is there a point? Say we want to be martyrs We're willing to die for something Following something, looking for love. In this group this gang, looking for something to give you a hug. "How is death, murder, & theft love?" says God. Other side - Is there forgiveness with out repentance? If there isn't how are our lives? We pray but we stray. We love but in what sort of way? Are there idols inside these lasers or that tube? Are there idols printed in these magazines? Are there idols in our minds? Where are we going? Is there a map? Say we want to be martyrs, but are we already burnt to ash? Like the kid in a gang. Like me estranged. Like you & everything We say we want to be martyrs Well then don't we have to do something? Are we already burnt to ash? Willing to die for something? What are we doing? Is there a point? Where are we going? Is there a map? | ||
| 2001 & 2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally | 9/14 | Written by Emperor MAR January 6, 2001 |