Living Martyrdom

You’ve never suffered how I suffer

You’ve never worn your scars on open arms

It’s so much harder to be a martyr

When the movement in the mass don’t believe in anything at all

You wear me out in anonymous effigy

But who are you to take a swing at me?

You hate the world and you don’t know why

Wish I could help you but my hands are tied

You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die

Wish I could help you but my hands are tied

Humble fathers and loving mothers

Would be ashamed to see the spite you bleed

It’s so much better to check your temper

Than be an automatic, idiotic critic in the factory

You wear me out with your fake popularity

But who are you to point the gun at me?

You hate the world and you don’t know why

Wish I could help you but my hands are tied

You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die

Wish I could help you but my hands are tied

You’d rather tear me down, you’d rather watch me burn

You’d rather spit your words than stand and take yours

You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die

Wish I could help you but my hands are tied

When it all comes down to sticks and stones

I’ll be a little more than glad to let you know

You’re so overrated in your own eyes, good god

You hate the world and you don’t know why

Wish I could help you but my hands are tied

You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die

Wish I could help you but my hands are tied

You’d rather tear me down, you’d rather watch me burn

You’d rather spit your words than stand and take yours

You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die

Wish I could help you but my hands are tied