Role Martyr X - Hurt

To find the strength to carry on

You put the marks into your body

You talk at length how you’re alone

And bitch at all the famous parties

Yeah

Such a vision of pure loneliness

What an image you profess

Don’t you turn and walk away

Cause you’re getting me depressed

In hopes you’d never be alone

You bore your cross around your body

It was in bad taste

Immolate and gaudy

Boy, you look familiar

You’re a vision of the loneliness

Add an image to the press

You turn and walk away

Cause you’re happily depressed

Inventing your own love loss

You invent your own success

I’m giving you a name boy

You’re poor Role Martyr-X

You’re a vision of our loneliness

Like the ones that predecessed

Return in other ways

When they’re pleasantly suppressed

Unlimited in lowliness

You’re a ringer for success

I hope you find your pain boy

Our poor Role Martyr-X

Get your gun, get it

Get your gun, get it

Get your gun, get it

Get your gun and get away from me

Go

One takes one, get it

One makes one

Is it, one hates one

Is it, one eats one to make a way for me

So we’re the visions of your loneliness

From an image on TV

Don’t turn and walk away

You’re depressed so happily

Inventing your own love lost

Envisioning success

I hope you die of pain, our

Poor Role Martyr-X;

In a visionary loneliness

There’s a pattern that repeats

I really hate to say but

There’s a similarity

Pontificating loves lost

He bitches when he’s blessed

Your living is in vain boy

Our poor Role Martyr-X

Since I am the most humble

I am the most humble

I am the most humble man in the world

I am the most humble

I am the most humble

I am the most humble man in the world