Martyrs
Martyrs Unveiled: A Symphony of Chaos and Narcissistic Demise
Lyrics
Acting out your sick dream, experience through agony you're set free.
Engaging in a disturbing fantasy, finding liberation through experiencing intense suffering.
Tear apart prey you seek, subhuman void of empathy, entangled greed.
Tearing apart the desired prey without empathy, driven by insatiable greed.
A slow death now.
Expressing the idea of a slow, agonizing death.
Striking skulls in perfect rhythm, ichor pooling in the drain, beating out a song to please him.
Violently striking skulls in a rhythmic pattern, with blood flowing into the drain, creating a gruesome song for someone's satisfaction.
Innocence of victim failing, crimes committed in the trance: self-sustaining, maddening, chaos, hate breeding hate.
The innocence of the victim is failing, crimes committed in a trance-like state are self-sustaining and lead to madness, chaos, and a cycle of hatred.
Feverish work, violating, despair in turn, fallen from grace.
Feverish, violating work causing despair, a fall from grace.
Acting out your sick dream, experience through agony you're set free.
Repetition of the first line, emphasizing the theme of acting out disturbing dreams to find freedom through agony.
Tear apart prey you seek, callous fucking memory, you're not me.
Tearing apart the sought prey with a callous and memorable disregard, asserting individuality.
Violence broadening horizons, mind is opened.
Violence expanding one's perspective and opening the mind.
This religious adherence, falling, failing, watching as your soul dies.
Describing religious adherence as a destructive force, witnessing the decay of the soul.
It crumbles before you.
The soul crumbling before the individual due to religious rigidity.
Violence broadens all horizons, the world is for the taking.
Reiteration of the idea that violence broadens horizons, implying a sense of empowerment and conquest.
The work will never be done, finding new beings to corrupt and taking them down to your level of malignant rancour.
Emphasizing the perpetuity of corruptive work, seeking new targets and dragging them down to a malevolent level.
Die, narcissistic fucking waste, controlling every little thing I do.
Expression of intense hatred towards a narcissistic figure who controls every aspect of the speaker's life.
Die, narcissistic fucking waste. Ending of your fucking reign on life.
Reiteration of the desire for the narcissistic figure's demise, signaling the end of their oppressive reign on life.
Running not fighting was my first mistake, now I'm done.
Reflecting on the speaker's past mistake of running instead of fighting.
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