To find the strength to carry on?nYou put the marks into your bodynYou talk at length how you�re alonenAnd bitch at all the famous partiesnnYeah..nnSuch of a vision of pure lonelinessnWhat limits you profess?nDon�t turn and walk away n�cause your getting me depressednnIn hopes you�ll never be alonenYou bore your cross around your bodynIt was in bad taste nImmolent and gaudynnBoy, you, look familiar?nYour vision of the lonelinessnAdds limits to the pressnYou try to walk away �cause you�re happily depressednInventing you�re own love lossnYou invent your own successnI�m giving you a name boy, nyou're poor role martyr XnnYou�re a vision of our lovelinessnLike the ones that predeceasednnReturn and love the ways when you�re pleasantly suppressed.nUnlimited in your lonelinessnYou�re in it for successnI hope you find your pain,nPoor Role Martyr XnnGet you�re gun!nGet it? nGet you�re gun!nGet it? nGet you�re gun!nGet it? nGet you�re gun!nAnd get away from mennGo..nnOne takes one, get it?nOne makes one,nIs it one hates one?nIs it, one eats one?nTo make a way for me;nnSo were the visions of your loneliness from an image on T.V.?nDon�t turn and walk away, nyou�re depressed so happilynInventing you�re own love loss, nEnvisioning successnI hope you die of pain, our, poor role martyr XnnIn a visionarial loneliness,nthere’s a pattern that repeats;nI really hate to say but,nthere’s a similarity;npontificating love’s lost,nHe bitches when he’s blessed;nyour living is in vain boy,nour poor Role Martyr-XnnSince I am the most humblenI am the most humblenI am the most humble man in the worldnnI am the most humblenI am the most humblenI am the most humble man in the world