Die On The Cross Of The Martyr
I like it when
The flames slowly burn down the things I love the most
I like it when
The lights and sparks appear
I'm playing with fire
Play
With
Fire
Play
With
Fire
Total madness
When I take my photograph
Stare into the abyss
Burning down what built the past
The ash, the dust
Is how I feel
So can you bury me, bury me?
That's how it ends
Behold the pale horse
Carrying the burned corpse
Into the church of Satan
It was the same force
That made me turn course
And die on the cross of the martyr
Cross of the martyr
Cross of the martyr
Cross of the martyr
Total madness
When I take my photograph
Stare into the abyss
Burning down what built the past
The ash, the dust
Is how I feel
So can you bury me, bury me?
That's how it ends
Can you bury me?
Can you bury me?
Total madness
When I take my photograph
Stare into the abyss
Burning down what built the past
Total madness
When I take my photograph
Stare into the abyss
Burning down what built the past
The ash, the dust
Is how I feel
So can you bury me, bury me?
So can you bury me, bury me?
That's how it ends
So can you bury me, bury me?
That's how it ends
