To find the strength to carry on,
you put the marks into your body;
You talk at length how youâre alone,
and bitch at all the famous parties;
Such a vision of pure loneliness!
What an image you profess!
Donâtcha turn and walk away (âcause),
youâre getting me depressed.
In hopes youâd never be alone,
you bore your cross around your body;
It was in bad taste,
immolate and gaudy;
Boy, are you familiar?
Youâre a vision of the loneliness,
add an image to the press;
You turn and walk away,
âcause youâre happily depressed;
Inventing your own love loss,
you invent your own success;
Iâm giving you a name boy,
youâre poor Role Martyr-X;
Youâre a vision of our loneliness,
like the ones that predecessed;
Return in other ways,
when theyâre pleasantly suppressed;
Unlimited in lowliness,
youâre a ringer for success;
I hope you find your pain boy,
our poor Role Martyr-X;
Get your gun, get it?
Get your gun, get it!
Get your gun, get it?
Get your gun and get away from me!
Go!
One takes one, get it?
One makes one,
Is it one hates one,
Is it, one eats one to make a way for me;
So were the visions of your loneliness,
from an image on TV;
Donât turn and walk away,
youâre depressed so happily;
Inventing your own love lost,
envisioning success;
I hope you die of pain, our,
poor Role Martyr-X;
In a visionary loneliness,
thereâs a pattern that repeats;
I really hate to say but,
thereâs a similarity;
pontificating loveâs lost,
He bitches when heâs blessed;
your living is in vain boy,
(our poor Role Martyr-X);
Since I am the most humble,
I am the most humble,
I am the most humble man in the world.
I am the most humble,
I am the most humble,
I am the most humble man in the world.