Your weakness is numbing my brain 
A lack of love for my life means more than the pain
So erase those weak commitments 
No choice, no way I'm acquitted 
You'd better build another cross to hang another life 
My immeasurable gain is your loss 
So now run from the sights 
Disease infects the paths to birthrights 
Martyrs, not popular charts 
Consequence rules the sects of mine 
Hindsight throws the minds to past lives
Death is all around me
But now I'd rather die than follow mediocrity 
Disown my flesh, no loopholes to gain 
Strain on my face sustained Devotion, not a false witness 
Wake up and smell the ashes 
Martyrs, not popular charts 
Run with the rest of the masses, I choose to stand