Lyrics Cold - Fin Varra

Before you come my way
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again

How can I never seem to defend myself?
Taking lucky potshots
Barbaric onslaught of words
Leaving me feeling ragged, drained, and distraught

You have nothing concrete
Enough to defeat
The efforts I've made to crush your deceit
Underneath the truth
Or at least what I've come to see

Before you come my way
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again

Things that I've known
Have been shown to be just bold faced lies
Everything I've ever sacrificed
Might mean something in time

Get back on my feet
Rinse and repeat
As I dance my way down this street
I've paved my way
With my own clarity

Before you come my way
Entertain the possibility
That I could be right
In some small way
I guess I'll die a martyr
And you'll never change
Bring shame upon my name
Part of your self righteous game
I'm sorry, what I said
I guess I'd rather be dead
Then take it all back again