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They′re lining up quick with my voice in their hand I'm in the back seat of where I stand It′s a funny little thing, when everything you feel Is thrown in your face, like it's never really real And I'm a martyr at my grave and I′m laughing at me I was blinded for the kill I was deafened so they could speak They took what was mine, they put it in a gun They point it at my head as if they′d already won They already won Then they broke their bread, they drank all the wine They had the first meal and the last every time And I'm still in this box, I still don′t fit You can't burn it from the inside when there′s water in it And I'm a martyr at my grave and I′m laughing at me I was blinded for the kill I was deafened so they could speak They took what was mine, they put it in a gun They point it at my head as if they'd already won They already won Then maybe they're wrong They′re high after all But the high that they′re on Is what they show up for Letras de canciones And I'm a martyr at my grave and I′m laughing at me I was blinded for the kill, I was deafened so they could speak They took what was mine, they put it in a gun They point it at my head as if they already won And I'm a martyr at my grave and I′m laughing at me I was blinded for the kill, I was deafened so they could speak They took what was mine, they put it in a gun They point it at my head as if they already won They already won From Letras Mania