Martyrs Wesley Joseph (Ft. The Monks)
"Martyrs" by Wesley Joseph (Ft. The Monks) is a genre-blending track released in 2022. It explores themes of sacrifice, resilience, and the struggle for identity amidst societal pressures. The song features dynamic instrumentation and a blend of soulful vocals with experimental sounds, reflecting a contemporary cultural commentary. #Alternative
[Verse 1: Wesley Joseph]
My eyes lost in the inner black
Lookin' at the world, lyin' on my back
Feel alone, I'm a ghost until Heaven crack
Sittin' through turbulence, the sirens fade out when the words get personal
You see the heart on my sleeve, and I let it bleed (So)
You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep
Too many left with the one thing that promised
'Cause time isn't borrowed, but for some, it took from us
What's your head worth?
Mum told me that it worth knowledge
I don't care about your P's, the news talkin' 'bout losses
Comin' at 'em with expression in my pockets
I'm startin' to know solace, more bodies, more coffins
Sayin' time heals all, it's a temporary blessin'
Even when the hands of anxiety caressin'
Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand
I'm on my Bojangles, two-steppin'
[Pre-Chorus: Wesley Joseph]
I hope you lookin' for
I hope you lookin' for
Nothing more than what's lost, only
When it rain, it pours
Faces in the stars becomin' more, hard to see, only
My eyes lost in the inner black
Lookin' at the world, lyin' on my back
Feel alone, I'm a ghost until Heaven crack
Sittin' through turbulence, the sirens fade out when the words get personal
You see the heart on my sleeve, and I let it bleed (So)
You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep
Too many left with the one thing that promised
'Cause time isn't borrowed, but for some, it took from us
What's your head worth?
Mum told me that it worth knowledge
I don't care about your P's, the news talkin' 'bout losses
Comin' at 'em with expression in my pockets
I'm startin' to know solace, more bodies, more coffins
Sayin' time heals all, it's a temporary blessin'
Even when the hands of anxiety caressin'
Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand
I'm on my Bojangles, two-steppin'
[Pre-Chorus: Wesley Joseph]
I hope you lookin' for
I hope you lookin' for
Nothing more than what's lost, only
When it rain, it pours
Faces in the stars becomin' more, hard to see, only
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