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 of a vision of pure loneliness
What limits you profess?
Don�t turn and walk away
�cause your getting me depressed
In hopes you�ll never be alone
You bore your cross around your body
It was in bad taste
Immolent and gaudy
Boy, you, look familiar?
Your vision of the loneliness
Adds limits to the press
You try to walk away �cause you�re happily depressed
Inventing you�re 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 loveliness
Like the ones that predeceased
Return and love the ways when you�re pleasantly suppressed.
Unlimited in your loneliness
You�re in it for success
I hope you find your pain,
Poor Role Martyr X
Get you�re gun!
Get it?
Get you�re gun!
Get it?
Get you�re gun!
Get it?
Get you�re 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 were the visions of your loneliness from an image on T.V.?
Don�t turn and walk away,
you�re depressed so happily
Inventing you�re own love loss,
Envisioning success
I hope you die of pain, our, poor role martyr X
In a visionarial loneliness,
there’s a pattern that repeats;
I really hate to say but,
there’s a similarity;
pontificating love’s 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