Martin

Martin Lyrics

Well fed on punches
Can’t breathe without teargas
Bones meant to be broken
Skin meant to be torn
A home made of fire
Of bullets and stones
Hands grown into fences
The blood burning holes
Voices that shatter
Everything goes
What once was anger
And fear now is force
The stones they are roaming
All silence is lost
A choice can’t be made now
Too far all has gone
No roads left behind
All bridges ablaze
Eyes always bleeding
But strength never lost
A fight so unending
Not meant to be won
Two sides of a story
Oblivious to words
The dream long faded
What matters the most is�
Dead