The Martyr
Cursive Lyrics

And so it's begun
The beginning of a new phase

This is year one
The very first year of this new phase

The birth of a child in the form of a man
The arrival of a man-child who is naive and incomplete

Wrapped in towel
He is a newborn, vulnerable and fragile

Passed out on the floor
He is lying helplessly on the ground

These drunken hours -- graces deflowered
His innocence and purity are lost to his bad choices

Cast down by an angel
He is punished by God for his sins

She used to kiss his weeping eyes
The woman he loved tried to comfort him

Depressed in her bosom
He sought refuge in her, but no longer can

Tears roll off her nipple
She is no longer able to provide him with comfort and he is left on his own

Sweet baby, don't cry...
A plea to stop crying

Your tears are only alibis
Your tears are fake and don't reflect your true emotions

To prove you still feel --
You show emotions only to prove you still care and are still alive

You only feel sorry for yourself
You don't actually care about others' feelings but only focus on your own

Well, get on that cross
Suggesting that he should sacrifice himself like Jesus did

That's all you're good for...
Belittling him and implying that he has no other purpose in life

And thusly it ends
The beginning of the end

Depression seeps in on a lonely messiah
His depression sets in and he is left alone

Now he drinks with the lepers
He is now with the outcasts of society

Losing a limb, his better half
He is losing his partner or friend

A glass once half full
His optimism is fading

A head hung half-mast
He is insecure and uncertain

He claims he's the victim
He blames others for his problems

Strangled by the nine-to-five
He is suffocated by his daily routine

And a pattern of stillness
He is stuck in the same monotonous sequence

That haunted this still life
His dull, repetitive existence haunts him

Your tears are only alibis
Repeated from earlier to emphasize their falsity

To prove you still feel
Also repeated, emphasizing the lack of genuine emotion

You only feel sorry for yourself
Also repeated to underline the self-centeredness

And that's how you thrive
Implying that his self-pity is what keeps him going

Your sorrow's your goldmine
He profits from his sadness

So write some sad song about me
Challenging someone to write a depressing song about his life

Screaming your agonies, playing the saint
He wants the song to be dramatic and portray him as a martyr

The Martyr...
The song's title and a hint at the main theme

The Martyr...
Repeated for emphasis

The Martyr...
Continued repetition with no change in meaning

The Martyr...
And again - emphasis on the subject of the song

The Martyr...
Final repetition to end the song

Oh....
An emotional touch to end the song