Martyrs

Hiding in the alleys
Tucked behind the walls
Holding a gun, gladly
Soon to shoot a first one
On the other side
Lying on a bed
Folding again for an absolute uncountable time
Until want to becomes will to
Nothing will change
Away
Unwant to, need to become will to
Yes we cheer, we may hear
But do we steer the wheel to what we hear as we cheer?
What are we doing?
Is there a point?
Say we want to be martyrs
We're willing to die for something
Following something, looking for love.
In this group this gang, looking for something to give you a hug.
"How is death, murder, & theft love?" says God.
Other side - Is there forgiveness with out repentance?
If there isn't how are our lives?
We pray but we stray.
We love but in what sort of way?
Are there idols inside these lasers or that tube?
Are there idols printed in these magazines?
Are there idols in our minds?
Where are we going?
Is there a map?
Say we want to be martyrs, but are we already burnt to ash?
Like the kid in a gang.
Like me estranged.
Like you & everything
We say we want to be martyrs
Well then don't we have to do something?
Are we already burnt to ash?
Willing to die for something?
What are we doing?
Is there a point?
Where are we going?
Is there a map?

2001 & 2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally

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Written by Emperor MAR
January 6, 2001
Lyrics & Poems