As you revolve around your tiny universe
You curse the gravity
That kept you from the things you deserve
You clench your fist
And grind your teeth inside your shell
You are addicted to the bullshit
That you used to sell
You bite the hand that feeds
And claim it holds you down
You are the squeaking wheel
That takes over all other sound
You are the falling sky
That never touches ground
You are a martyr
And you carry the world on your crown

You are the center of it - all
The fabricator of it - all
So won't you give us a kiss
Oh now, don't look down
Who's gonna' be the martyr now?

You look so perfect
When you fall upon your sword
You lie so much that you don't even know
What you're lying for
You've poured the kool-aid
Now you're never coming back
You love this world
But I don't think that this
World loves you back

You are the center of it - all
The fabricator of it - all
So won't you give us a kiss
On your way out
Oh now, don't look down
Who's gonna' be the martyr now?

You got so high on your trip
Watch you stumble
Oh now, don't look down
Who's gonna' be the martyr now?

As you revolve around your tiny universe
You are the center of it
The fabricator of it
And we will never forget you
But oh now, don't look down
Who's gonna' be the martyr now?
So who's gonna' be the martyr now?