Besedila:
Trivium Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr

The face and the lips tremble as it rips Your breath quickening as heat rushes in Pull harder strings martyr Stop you cry that's a lie Flush gasping

spread his genocidal wings Clawing the skin each kill your weakness Annihilation your masturbation Tyrant, I'll burn you down [Chorus] Pull Harder on the String of your Martyr

This face and lips tremble as it rips Your breath quickening as heat rushes in Pull Harder on the String of your Martyr Stop you cry that's a lie Flush

This face and lips tremble as it rips Your breath quickening as heat rushes in Pull Harder on the String of your Martyr Stop you cry that's a lie Flush