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