The Martyrs

I don't know how to stop
This running pace
Whenever I do tears
Stream down my face
In a strong flowing river
That I cannot control
And it falls and it rises
And from the soul

My brothers and I
We are the same kind of sad
Though I've always been good
And they pretended to be bad
There is rot in the heart
Of this family tree
So we're all kind
Of victims of that legacy

Oh, bring us back to our youth
All was at peace, at least we lived
In long and true
Bring us back, bring us back
Because we don't know what to do
With it now

There are martyrs among
Us that we used to look up to
And they bled all their lives
For what they did and could not do
When the pedestal falls
And it shatters at our feet
There is no way to ever
Bring back every piece

I smoke a cigarette as
If that would make it right
And I suck out the poison
Of what's not even my fight
We should all know
The difference between what's right
And what's wrong
Some are weak but pretending
That they're strong

Oh, bring us back to our youth
All was at peace, at least we lived
It long and true
Bring us back, bring us back
Because we don't know what to do
With it now