Sangtekster:
Blood Of The Martyr The Mistake

to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The kids asleep

Loaded down ready to end it all. Coming this far can't be a nothing. Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes. Martyrs this blood makes

these blood red skies, hail Mary, whisper softly What you became Some things never change and so we We learn from All Your Hate We are lost in your mistakes

these banks, i leave you.. Oh, i will leave you. cause I've had enough; of this life and love. i could fill this river with blood and mistakes. but

to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The kids asleep

Loaded down ready to end it all. Coming this far can't be a nothing. Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes. Martyrs this blood makes

to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The kids asleep

: {*scratched: "Livin in Compton, California C-A"*} Charlie O, drop that hot shit [The Game] Motherfucker it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit

family is here with eyes of red His wife steps down with feet of lead And the sun shines down upon The old man whose days are done For a martyr has been