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Kurgan's Bane: Tunes

Martyr

(Camouflaged In Static)
Life within a glance, avoiding the reflection
Ironic peer—the face above the label
Spirit of the chance, wary of connection
Ironic fear—pondering a fable

Living in the moment, what will come to be?
Johnny, you’re a martyr here to face mortality

Bleed scars of youth, never reach the golden age
Dream vivid truth and live it in an angry rage

Polish and maintain trinkets of the burden
A shining light—behold, but don’t behave
Long-forgotten shame might sedate the sermon
Refining rights—flash and burn away

Living with a vigor, disregard the rules
Johnny, you’re a martyr often taken as a fool

Bleed scars of youth, never reach the golden age
Dream vivid truth and live it in an angry rage

Superhuman tales—biased be the witness
Listen and see—rich imagination
No concern for sales, legend is a fortress
Glisten and gleam, bathed in admiration

Dying with your boots on only seems a day away
Johnny, you’re a martyr—wave your hand and look away

Bleed scars of youth, never reach the golden age
Dream vivid truth and live it in an angry rage