I’ll be a martyr for your indifference

if you promise to line my tomb with trinkets

There won’t be a resonating cry

just an awkward formal dialogue

between my ghost and those I’ve denied

We want guarantees, not hunger pains

but starvation just won’t subside



Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

You drift with every word they say

Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

I think we’ve lost our way



You told me what you stand for

The sleepless crusade

The bitter campaign



In every room that we walk in

the walls are skin and they’re writhing

oh they’re writhing



In every room that we walk in

the walls are skin and they’re writhing

oh they’re writhing



Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

You drift with every word they say

Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

I think we’ve lost our way



You’d be unwise to sate the urge

but go ahead you wouldn’t be the first



In every room that we walk in

the walls are skin and they’re writhing

oh they’re writhing



In every room that we walk in

the walls are skin and they’re writhing

oh they’re writhing



Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

You drift with every word they say

Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

I think we’ve lost our way



Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

You drift with every word they say

Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

I think we’ve lost our way



Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience

Somewhere between the penance "amp; the patience