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