• I am the martyr; the weapon maker

    I follow your shadow

    And wait for you to bath in your sins

    Your residue completes me

    I am willing to swallow your mistakes

    And choke on your 'never-will-be's

    And fall at your feet

    Face first

    Into the grease and oil and mud

    That you have collected

    I beckon you

    Lie to me

    And tell me everything will be okay