Martyr Madness

Well, I sold my baby
For a dream as lovely
As my five string anchored heart
I couldn’t be the only Martyr, blood line priest’s daughter
With a vision as black as her lungs


Well, I lost my baby
to a cut throat melody
a Martyr held hostage by psalm
The symphony played it, the bass ballad I painted
said music could save us all


My baby's sold
My baby"s used
Well, she was borrowed, and now she"s blue
Now she"s blue


Well i lost my baby
for a chance as crazy
Now i sing the song"s she wrote
wed the almighty dollar, left 'lone by the altar
with a void cheque and a mouth full of doubt


My baby's sold
My baby's used
Well, she was borrowed, and now she's blue
now she"s blue


Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...