Martyrs

I picture myself sometimes

Alone in the crowd

I open my mouth to speak

But nothing comes out

All the times that I told myself that everything's fine

They don't add up to all the times

I swallowed my pride

My pride is gone

I'll run away from my past day

Slowing my memory

I'm making my way away from you

And all the martyrs they go away

All this from yesterday

I'm making my way away from you

All the times that I held my tongue

So you'd feel fine

It all comes back to haunt the one

That poisons inside

And I feel a strange fear sometimes

Pulling me in

It's a long walk to the top

But I've never been

I've never been there

I'll run away from my past day

Slowing my memory

I'm making my way away from you

And all the martyrs they go away

All this from yesterday

I'm making my way away from you

I open my mouth to scream

But nothing comes out

I'll run away from my past day

Slowing my memory

I'm making my way away from you

And all the martyrs they go away

All this from yesterday

I'm making my way away from you

From you

From you

From you(you...)