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• Artiste: Saint Asonia
• Titre: Martyrs
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I picture myself sometimes, alone in the ground 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'm running away from my past, I think Slowing my memory I'm making my way away from you And all the martyrs they go away Holding 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 who 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'm running away from my past, I think Slowing my memory I'm making my way away from you And all the martyrs they go away Holding from yesterday I'm making my way away from you I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out I'm running away from my past, I think Slowing my memory I'm making my way away from you And all the martyrs they go away Holding from yesterday I'm making my way away from you From you From you From you