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