Messenger

I'm the one you called a liar
 I'm the lamb who slayed the lion
 Crawl up on your cross again
 Play the victim until the end
 What you've gained is nothingness
 What you've learned is useless
 You play the martyr crawl up on your cross again
 Always the victim but it's all inside your head
 Dark are those who lie to lovers
 Your father's past the weakest cover
 Perched upon your soiled throne
 Cast your sticks, I'll throw stones
 Envy and lust will drown you
 Just look around you
 You play the martyr crawl up on your cross again
 Always the victim but it's all inside your head
 Remembering days we felt we were chosen
 Those were the days when the hunger was all that we had
 Can't take back the past, can't heal our wounds
 No one can rescue your faded ideals
 All that remains are the scars of your wasted youth