Martyr's Cry

from Monarch (2006) (Remastered 2014) by Clatter

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lyrics

Martyr's Cry
Lyrics by Amy Humphrey

Landlocked on the ocean
Adrift on the desert
Flying through the molten core
Chained to an illusion imprinted on a star
Falling up the other side

The cave is so bright
And the thorn is so soft
And the pillow is so hard
Martyrs cry

The pain is the pleasure when we’re torn apart
Awaiting the end to begin
We welcome discomfort, we’re beating our hearts
Cheating our favorite friend
The fire that freezes the hope that despairs
Chipping away at the air
We’re making the peace come apart at the seams
Where are the selfish dreams?
No one is quite as they seem

Gridlocked in a meadow
Awake in a nightmare
Speaking in the perfect tense
Floating on the quicksand, a devil in the snow
Clear skies on a cloudy day

The sun is so dark
And the water so dry
And the quiet is so loud
Martyrs cry

The pain is the pleasure when we’re torn apart
Awaiting the end to begin
We welcome discomfort, we’re beating our hearts
Cheating our favorite friend
The fire that freezes the hope that despairs
Chipping away at the air
We’re making the peace come apart at the seams
Where are the selfish dreams?
Nothing is quite as it seems

In the sunshine
In the moonlight
In the twilight
Always in the dark
In the sunshine
In the moonlight
In the starlight

The smile is too tight
And the laughter too dark
And the sour is too sweet
Martyrs cry

The pain is the pleasure when we’re torn apart
Awaiting the end to begin
We welcome discomfort, we’re beating our hearts
Cheating our favorite friend
The fire that freezes the hope that despairs
Chipping away at the air
We’re making the peace come apart at the seams
Where are the selfish dreams?
Nothing is quite as it seems