Martyr Theme Song - SOLE

I’d just like to get a chance to clear my name

You know, I’ve been dubbed many things, you know

But I’m not a martyr

Some things are worth it

'Nothing is easy' is an overstatement

I’m too young to know it

I’m ultimate, permanent, learning 'til terminated

Age insighting visions, major human stage

This religion is my vice, my best friend

My knife, my security quilt (your quilt?) Excessive

Built from adolescence, built to escape

Built and then raised this idol that is picked to fix the gated mantle

Holding it all 'til I burst limestone, primestone

I am home, everywhere my soul scrape

And shakes the air that we breathe

My palms black all the way, I refuse to bloody my knuckles

And bruise my shins on giant steps over little people

Poking out these extremities into my Van Gogh

The complicated siren song’ll do my jingle

All of these ideals with which I’ve grown to strangle

There’s a fine line, I walk on the other side

I’ve only got one reason not to die

So as long as my blood runs the color purple

I am penetrating, choosing sides, allies, and weapons

I only see in black and white, there is no art of war

The beauty of is that scars make me a better man and victories make me weak

Stalemates from pushovers, so don’t push me

'Cause I’ve been there, so let me win again (why?)

'Cause all these victories make me

That’s why

Everything is worth fighting for

Violence never got me anywhere

Free thought doesn’t cost that much

Living is the only thing worth anything

Everything is worth fighting for

Violence never got me anywhere

Free thought doesn’t cost that much

Living is the only thing worth anything

In the second grade, I was passed a note that read nothing is given

And everything was made to be taken

And I was made to learn trials by error, trailing the air

Climbing down from stairs, echoing my 'I won’t give up'

Tongue claimed while you can’t stop this

I can’t go on anymore, it’s your false

Sense of nobility

For spitting my blood in your face before my body dies

It’s a casting in everything I believe

And I’m a bitter cynic

All truth is personal, I believe in myself, people have fought invention

Built to only slow you down, let you down, and try to be down

So I’m up, armed with two fists, gritted teeth

And an honesty only shared with the dumbest of martyrs finishing beef

I plead my, 'how ya like me now?'

Until I hate myself for being right and acting right

It’s my god-stolen right to only live for lies and die for what I believe

Spitting in the face of opposition

Raise the consequences with open arms and closed eyes

Tensing every abdominal muscle, preparing for the inevitable invasion

Damn we’re dedicated, and dammit, the devistation

For I understand what it means to hate

That’s why I love with a passion that burns bridges

Everything is worth fighting for

Violence never got me anywhere

Free thought doesn’t cost that much

Living is the only thing worth anything

Everything is worth fighting for

Violence never got me anywhere

Free thought doesn’t cost that much

Living is the only thing worth anything

And I’ve never met anything worth the beating of alieving

'Til I find myself, I’ve been here the whole time

Ever since then, I live for so-called friends as respective allies

And soon-to-be enemies

If you’re not for, you’re against, pro or con

And sidelined is an oxymoron, stupid

I’ve got a big mouth, a big heart, and a thick head

And I’m not afraid to use 'em

Bridges were made to burn

Idols were made to fall off pedestals

I’m only here temporarily, barely make a mark

It all starts with a stone

Bridges were made to burn

Idols were made to fall off pedestals

I’m only here temporarily, barely make your mark

And it starts with a stone

Everything is worth fighting for

I am Sole

Violence never got me anywhere

He is Moodswing9

Free thought doesn’t cost that much

Anticon

Living is the only thing worth anything

Everything is worth fighting for

I am Sole

Violence never got me anywhere

He is Moodswing9

Free thought doesn’t cost that much

Anticon

Living is the only thing worth anything