Matyr Of Life کے بول

You nawseate by your mediocre life Gasping for breath like a dying child Lowering your head from the heaviness of the stone that has kept you from your selfishness You strumble down the path of discontent Claw dirt with your trembling hands Light a cigar with a golden Zippo while you run like hell against the gallows Gallows of God So have a cigar You're soon going so far Drink up your wine You'll be just fine boy You're a matyr of life walking through the gallows of God [Solo: Broberg] You cause yourself to flee along the misery Perishing in frustrations beyond infinity Numb emotions flooding through your soul Death and freedom is your everlasting goal So over your shoulder you throw your heavy cross You're a matyr of life walking through the gallows of God