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Feel the weight of a martyr
Visionaire and deepest fake
Dirty gold, the colours change
Hands are frozen, feel no pain
I just want to hold the flame
I’m spinning out of control
The sickly sweetness is crushing me
If there’s no heat when I escalate the fire is cold
They echo: This could all be yours
Feel the weight of a martyr
It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey
Traitor cut down the altar
Vultures circling the flame
Nothing sacred, nothing lost
When birds of prey invade my thoughts
They promise I will feel the pain
Not strong enough to hold the flame
I’m spinning out of control
The sickly sweetness is crushing me
If there’s no heat when I escalate the fire is cold
They echo: This could all be yours
Feel the weight of a martyr
It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey
Traitor cut down the altar
Vultures circling the flame
I held the power of a dying sun
I climb the altar and I claim my place as God
Feel the weight of a martyr
It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey
Traitor cut down the altar
Vultures circling the flame
Feel the weight of a martyr
A traitor watching me as birds of prey never falter