Lyrics

And where martyrs stand the idols fall

but in my solitude I surrender

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