And where martyrs stand the idols fall
In my solitude I surrender
And where Judas lies the curtain is torn
I am the weaker here
The pretender

And the blood will make angels of us all
Oh beyond comprehension
That He would choose one who seldom takes the call
Straight to heart defy convention

And our heroes are tangible and able
To keep our focus from the One
Who bled and died in a halo of pain
Labeled a fake, a heretic while He is the true Son

And the blood will make angels of us all
Oh beyond comprehension
That He would choose one who seldom takes the call
Straight to heart defy convention

Perfect martyr for me
Perfect martyr for you

And the blood will make angels of us all
Oh beyond comprehension
That He would choose one who seldom takes the call
Straight to heart, defy convention

And perfect martyr for me
Perfect martyr for you

Perfect martyr for me
Perfect martyr for you

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Writer(s): ASHTON NYTE