(Feel the weight of a martyr) (It could all be yours) Cut down the altar!
Visionaire and deepest fake Dirty gold, the colours change Hands are frozen, feel no pain I just want to hold the flame
Negative feedback loop I'm spinning out of control The sickly sweetness is crushing me But I want to know If there's no heat when I escalate the fire is cold They echo: This could all be yours
Feel the weight of a martyr It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey Traitor cut down the altar It could all be yours Vultures circling the flame
Nothing sacred, nothing lost When birds of prey invade my thoughts They promise I will feel the pain Not strong enough to hold the flame
Negative feedback loop I'm spinning out of control The sickly sweetness is crushing me But I want to know If there's no heat when I escalate the fire is cold They echo: This could all be yours
Feel the weight of a martyr It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey Traitor cut down the altar It could all be yours Vultures circling the flame
I held the power of a dying Sun I climb the altar and I claim my place as God
Circle with me! Circle with me! This could all be yours!
Feel the weight of a martyr It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey Traitor cut down the altar It could all be yours Vultures circling the flame
Feel the weight of a martyr A traitor watching me As birds of prey never falter This could all be yours This could all be yours
Circle with me!
Compositores: Mike Stringer, Bill Crook, Courtney LaPlante & Daniel Braunstein