Martyrs

I still remember the smell of fuel and the rising flames They tied my hands behind my head and gunpowder round my waist I've been your sacrifice before I don't deserve this I've been your savior before It wasn't worth it I would have fought for your honour Made my way down into Hell But, look what we've done to each other Look what we've done to ourselves I would have fought for your honour Made my way down into Hell Look what we've done to each other Look what we've done to ourselves