Martyrs
Wesley Joseph Lyrics


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My eyes lost in the inner black
Looking at the world lying on my back
Feel alone I'm a ghost until heaven crack
Sitting through turbulence, the sirens fade out when words get personal

See the heart on my sleeve, and I let it bleed (so)
You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep
Too many left with the one thing that most promised
Time isn't borrowed but for some it took from us
What’s your head worth?
Mom told me that it worth knowledge
I don't care about your P’s the news reporting more losses
Coming at ‘em with expression in my pockets, I'm starting to know solace, more bodies, more coffins
Saying time heals all, it's a temporary blessing
Even when the hands of anxiety caressing, (uh)
Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand
I’m on my bojangles two stepping

I hope you looking for
I hope you looking for
Nothing more, than what’s lost, only
When it rain it pours, faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only

I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed

(Where sirens bleed)

I’m trying to breath, Can’t you see
I’m trying to breath, Can’t you see

This my type of violence
Most sounds get killed in the depth of the silence
Remind them, we didn’t come from here
Hold fear in my heart, in the dark with the metal of my past in an ark I’m
Past participle, past permissible, verses are gripping still
Too many kids die young in the ghetto, too many Pinocchio's and not enough Geppetto's
Sirens still may fall down to the petals
Maybe your heart beats now in tremolo
Broken knees, white bone shattered and blood is peak
So much crimson, so much crimson
Scratching madness till my face is missing
Fuck the darkness, grace my face on guts and garters
Full blood, a twisted martyr should’ve told them I missed my father

I hope you looking for
I hope you looking for
Nothing more, than what’s lost, only
When it rain it pours, faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only

I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed

(Where sirens bleed)





I’m trying to breath, can’t you see
I just want to be, be, be, in a place where sirens bleed

Overall Meaning

In Wesley Joseph's song "Martyrs," the lyrics delve into themes of isolation, loss, and the struggle to find inner peace amidst chaos. The opening lines describe a sense of detachment and loneliness, as the singer's eyes are lost in darkness, observing the world from a passive position on their back. They feel like a ghost, waiting for some kind of breakthrough or revelation. The sirens that represent external disturbances fade away when personal emotions become too intense to bear.


The lyrics also touch upon the vulnerability and rawness of the singer's emotions. They wear their heart on their sleeve, allowing their pain to be visible and felt by others. The line "You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep" suggests that the singer's emotions are ever-present and don't take breaks, regardless of their public and private settings.


Throughout the song, there is a sense of reflecting on the value of time and knowledge. The singer dismisses material possessions ("I don't care about your P’s") and emphasizes the importance of intellectual growth and understanding. The lyrics also acknowledge the heaviness of loss and trauma, comparing them to deep wounds that are challenging to heal. Despite the pain, the singer remains resilient, expressing a desire to find solace and peace within themselves.


Overall, "Martyrs" is a poignant exploration of personal struggles, loss, and the search for inner peace in a tumultuous world.


Line by Line Meaning

My eyes lost in the inner black
I feel lost and empty, unable to find any light or hope.


Looking at the world lying on my back
Feeling helpless, unable to change or impact the world around me.


Feel alone I'm a ghost until heaven crack
I feel isolated and invisible, waiting for a significant change to happen.


Sitting through turbulence, the sirens fade out when words get personal
Amidst chaos and conflict, the noise and distractions quiet down when I express my personal emotions.


See the heart on my sleeve, and I let it bleed (so)
I openly display my vulnerability and emotions, allowing them to be seen by others.


You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep
My voice and passion are heard by those around me, and my determination is unwavering.


Too many left with the one thing that most promised
Many people are left disappointed by broken promises and unfulfilled expectations.


Time isn't borrowed but for some it took from us
Time is not something we can control or get back, and for some, it has been taken away forcefully.


What’s your head worth?
What value do you place on your thoughts and intellect?


Mom told me that it worth knowledge
My mother taught me the importance of wisdom and knowledge.


I don't care about your P’s the news reporting more losses
I don't care about material possessions; I am more concerned with the constant news of tragedies and setbacks.


Coming at ‘em with expression in my pockets, I'm starting to know solace, more bodies, more coffins
I confront others with my creativity and emotions, finding some comfort amidst the increasing number of deaths and funerals.


Saying time heals all, it's a temporary blessing
The belief that time can heal all wounds is only a temporary solace.


Even when the hands of anxiety caressing, (uh)
Even when anxiety and fear constantly torment me.


Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand
Even when the pain becomes overwhelming and feels inescapable.


I’m on my bojangles two stepping
I am trying to find joy and distraction in the midst of hardship.


I hope you looking for
I hope you are searching for


Nothing more, than what’s lost, only
Nothing more than what has been taken away and lost.


When it rain it pours, faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only
During difficult times, challenges and suffering intensify, making it harder to find clarity and understanding.


I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed
All I desire is to be in a peaceful and isolated place where the trauma and chaos of the world are distant.


(Where sirens bleed)
(Where the sounds of emergency and distress are prevalent)


I’m trying to breath, Can’t you see
I am struggling to cope and find my inner peace, can't you notice my pain?


This my type of violence
This is the kind of internal struggle and torment that I experience.


Most sounds get killed in the depth of the silence
Most noises and distractions fade away in the depth of my silence and introspection.


Remind them, we didn’t come from here
I want to remind others that our origin and purpose are not rooted in this chaotic world.


Hold fear in my heart, in the dark with the metal of my past in an ark
I carry fear within me, surrounded by the memories of my painful past.


Past participle, past permissible, verses are gripping still
Reflecting on the past and the mistakes made, acknowledging the power and impact of my words.


Too many kids die young in the ghetto, too many Pinocchio's and not enough Geppetto's
There is a tragic loss of young lives in marginalized communities, and a lack of positive influences to guide them.


Sirens still may fall down to the petals
The sounds of emergency and distress continue, impacting and affecting lives.


Maybe your heart beats now in tremolo
Perhaps your heart now beats in fear and uncertainty.


Broken knees, white bone shattered and blood is peak
Physical injuries and pain, with broken bones and blood symbolizing the extent of the damage.


So much crimson, so much crimson
There is an overwhelming amount of blood, representing the violence and suffering.


Scratching madness till my face is missing
Continuously struggling with my own madness, to the point where it feels like a part of me is lost.


Fuck the darkness, grace my face on guts and garters
Defying and rejecting the dark and negative forces, showing resilience and determination.


Full blood, a twisted martyr should’ve told them I missed my father
I am a martyr in my own twisted way, sacrificing myself for the sake of my art, and expressing regret over my absent father.


Can't you see, I’m trying to breath
Can't you see that I am struggling to survive and find my breath in this suffocating situation?


I just want to be, be, be, in a place where sirens bleed
All I long for is to be in a location where the sounds of emergency and distress are present, symbolizing the chaos and conflicts of the world.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: Wesley Joseph, Joshua John

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LYRICS
[Verse 1: Wesley Joseph]
My eyes lost in the inner black
Lookin' at the world lyin' on my back
Feel alone, I'm a ghost until Heaven crack
Sittin' through turbulence, the sirens fade out when words get personal
See the heart on my sleeve and let it bleed (So)
You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep
Too many left with the one thing that promised
‘Cause time isn't borrowed but for some it took from us
What's your head worth?
Mom told me that it worth knowledge
I don't care about your P's, the news reportin' more losses
Comin' at ‘em with expression in my pockets
I'm startin' to know solace, more bodies, more coffins
Sayin' time heals all, it's a temporary blessin'
Even when the hands of anxiety caressin'
Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand
I'm on my Bojangles two-steppin'

[Pre-Chorus: Wesley Joseph]
I hope you lookin' for
I hope you lookin' for
Nothing more than what's lost, only
When it rain, it pours, faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only

[Chorus: Wesley Joseph]
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise
Zoning where sirens bleed
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise
Zoning where sirens bleed
(Where sirens bleed)
I'm trying to breath, can't you see?
I'm trying to breath, can't you see?
[Verse 2: Monks]
This my type of violence
Most sounds get killed in the depth of the silence
Remind them, we didn't come from here
Hold fear in my heat, in the dark with the metal of my past in an ark I'm
Past participle, past permissible, verses are grippin' still
Too many kids die young in the ghetto
Too many Pinocchios and not enough Geppettos
Sirens still may fall down to the petals
Maybe your heart beats now in tremolo
Broken knees, white bone shattered and blood is peak
So much crimson, so much crimson
Scratchin' madness 'til my face is missin'
Fuck the darkest, grace my face on guts and garters
Full blood, a twisted martyr should've told them I missed my father

[Chorus: Wesley Joseph]
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise
Zoning where sirens bleed
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise
Zoning where sirens bleed
(Where sirens bleed)
I'm trying to breath, can't you see?
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise
Zoning where sirens bleed



@LoveUaspect

HERE’S THE LYRICS FOR YALL:

My eyes lost in the inner black
Looking at the world lying on my back
Feel alone I'm a ghost until heaven crack
Sitting through turbulence, the sirens fade out when words get personal
See the heart on my sleeve, and I let it bleed (so)
You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep
Too many left with the one thing that most promised
Time isn't borrowed but for some it took from us
What’s your head worth?
Mom told me that it worth knowledge
I don't care about your P’s the news reporting more losses
Coming at ‘em with expression in my pockets, I'm starting to know solace, more bodies, more coffins
Saying time heals all, it's a temporary blessing
Even when the hands of anxiety caressing, (uh)
Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand
I’m on my bojangles two stepping
I hope you looking for
I hope you looking for
Nothing more, than what’s lost, only
When it rain it pours, faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed
I’m trying to breath, Can’t you see
I’m trying to breath, Can’t you see
This my type of violence
Most sounds get killed in the depth of the silence
Remind them, we didn’t come from here
Hold fear in my heart, in the dark with the metal of my past in an ark I’m
Past participle, past permissible, verses are gripping still
Too many kids die young in the ghetto, too many Pinocchio's and not enough Geppetto's
Sirens still may fall down to the petals
Maybe your heart beats now in tremolo
Broken knees, white bone shattered and blood is peak
So much crimson, so much crimson
Scratching madness till my face is missing
Fuck the darkness, grace my face on guts and garters
Full blood, a twisted martyr should’ve told them I missed my father
I hope you looking for
I hope you looking for
Nothing more, than what’s lost, only
When it rain it pours, faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise, zoning where sirens bleed
I’m trying to breath, can’t you see
I just want to be, be, be, in a place where sirens bleed



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