Martir..

My corpse is there, under your bed
and you feel the smell of dead flesh
you start to cry and feel bad
you search for your gun, you want to die

Put it in front of your eyes
you think you're just sick
till you hear my voice from the graveyards and you understeand
you're NOT ALONE

My spirit will chase you, wherever you go
my voice will be heard on the top of the mountains and below

I don't want to leave you, that's what happens
I just wanna feel you, that's what matters

My soul carries on for you
I am a Martir for love