As you revolve around your tiny universeYou curse the gravityThat kept you from the things you deserveYou clench your fistAnd grind your teeth inside your shellYou are addicted to the bullshitThat you used to sellYou bite the hand that feedsAnd claim it holds you downYou are the squeaking wheelThat takes over all other soundYou are the falling skyThat never touches groundYou are a martyrAnd you carry the world on your crownYou are the center of it – allThe fabricator of it – allSo won’t you give us a kissOh now, don’t look downWho’s gonna’ be the martyr now?You look so perfectWhen you fall upon your swordYou lie so much that you don’t even knowWhat you’re lying forYou’ve poured the kool-aidNow you’re never coming backYou love this worldBut I don’t think that thisWorld loves you backYou are the center of it – allThe fabricator of it – allSo won’t you give us a kissOn your way outOh now, don’t look downWho’s gonna’ be the martyr now?You got so high on your tripWatch you stumbleOh now, don’t look downWho’s gonna’ be the martyr now?As you revolve around your tiny universeYou are the center of itThe fabricator of itAnd we will never forget youBut oh now, don’t look downWho’s gonna’ be the martyr now?So who’s gonna’ be the martyr now?