Goodbye, they breathe but cannot scream
They have no tools to build voices
They wait in fetal position
Martyrs on altars of mistakes

The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr

They have not the tools to scream
They are just the ones upon altars of mistake
There is no safe place

The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
The martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr