Written & Produced by: Yunus Emre Aydın Lyrics: * A distant friend now the virtue outtold Knocking steps over the hedges unbound Denying the end, a drifter tracing his line, A lone memory—the solace in a world so cold. * Rejoice, sweet madness, for you're yet untouched by time. No cold flesh yet to rot beneath your embrace, Nor flowers blooming where your head would grace, No mercy shall quiet the ache of your blaze, Nor shall your name be lost in sorrow's rhyme. * I watched the slow unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, Rose life's cry — tainted and unnamed * Broods of dream, their nests hollowed deep, Headlong against the soil that grants no sleep. A smile aged white in a sudden lapse, Far from the warmth nostalgia traps. They lie in sync beneath a snowbound shade, Low chords of pleading, bound to fade. A tardy herald of a death too swift No mourner came to send him adrift. The earth, this time, has overstepped its role, Named by what it gives and what it stole. Did he mistake the noose for a friendly rope, Or was he always drunk on borrowed hope? Galloping down, still headlong through the plain What was this ache you nursed within your frame? * I watched the slow unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, Rose life's cry — tainted and unnamed * I saw the end, O hunter As you gathered the buds of the night in their dance, Each one painting my being in quiet hues. I saw what stillness meant—melting, unashamed. The only thing I lost—to recur, yet ever strange. The tremor that kept vigil at the edge of fate Let me die, unshadowed by its name. * The radiant fury—unworthy of such hate. The life I spared—a child the world forsakes. If not that, then what has made me stray? If not that—whose burden is the weight? To whom shall the reckoning descend? What color were her eyes... while yet they wept the past? What color were her eyes... as tears clung, unsurpassed? * I watched the slow unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, Rose life's cry — tainted and unnamed * I watched the slow unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, (Rose life's cry) Yet I watched the unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, Rose life's cry — tainted and unnamed * What color were her eyes... while yet they wept the past? What color were her eyes... as tears clung, unsurpassed? more

Dedicated to the fallen independence fighters of Boriken and to those who continue to fight for the freedom of Puerto Rico from colonialism. more

Forgiveness. Trust. Deference. Betrayal. Denial. Acceptance. Repeat. You just take, Take; Never give anything away, Until we break, Break; Hang our heads in shame; Listen to the voices, Tell us comforting lies; Give in to paranoia, When you're in disguise; CHORUS Make me a martyr, For the things I've done; Make me a martyr, So I'll be the one– To take the pain away, The world–it needs to feel a change; Make me the martyr– Make me The Martyr of the Day; Oh, listen to the voices, Tell us comforting lies; Give in to paranoia, When you're in disguise; Take, And take; Never give anything away, Until we break, Break; Hang our heads in shame; (Chorus) Make me the Martyr of the Day; Make me the Martyr– Make me the Martyr of the Day; Make me the Martyr of the Day; Video by Nate Kepner of Theriaca Lyrics by Kyle Batenburg of Theriaca Music by Theriaca Produced by Scooter Allen Copyright 2025more