Complications inside of me

Reminds me that my heart won't always beat

The ugly face of death that's smiling

At my rotting teeth



I will die here in this sorrow

I was waiting for tomorrow

Palpitate the pulse until

You feel my heart explode against the wall



Oh



Talk about me

Laugh about me

Cry about me

Nail me to the cross

I'll be a martyr for the hated

The weak, the ugly, the lost



I will die here in this sorrow

I won't wait for tomorrow

Palpitate the pulse until

You resurrect my soul from the wall



Whoa



Talk about me

Laugh about me

Cry about me

Nail me to the cross



Whoa

Whoa

Whoa