I don't have enough time Mel,

and it worries me.

 

There are too many things to do,

and no enough time.

 

I wan t to be everything,

for everyone,

I want to breathe passion into the dead,

and light up the burnt out wicks,

in the hearts of the damned.

 

I need to lift them on my back,

before they fade away,

and are lost forever.

 

I need to do it for them,

I need to do it for me,

I need to do it for you.

 

Everyone remembers the martyr,

no one remembers the ones,

who didn't quite try hard enough.

 

Everyone remembers the martyr.