End. Dear Martyr. Zeneszám

Had we known then what we know
Now you would be alive
Forgive us, it felt like a prison to lead
Predestined lives without a choice

If you could see her now you would be so proud
Is it murder? Dear Martyr
You brought your own demise
Things were better without questions

Only your answers to guide us
Fallen are the great ones
You fell fucking far
Killing you sooner, would have been better

Dear departed, feasting on faith's fat was comforting
The yoke's released
The blindfold's drawn
No, please don't do it

Please don't kill me
Those were your last words
You said follow me
You said trust in me but you never said you'd live