Martyr
here's what you don't get
i want to do things
i can't stand around terrified
no that's too many men before me
and where's their place in history?
nowhere, right? yeah, alright
just who's side are you on
the one that freaks at the thought of pain
crying, tears, emptiness, screaming
well i swim in blood every day
and you know what?
i come out a better man because i know it
i know how to control it
fear keeps us in check
but fear doesn't move things
no i'm not fearless
but i won't stand around terrified
here is the hanging nape of heaven
and you're too afraid to look in on it
nothing will stop me from claiming my own
nothing can stop me from displacing god
nothing can stop me from changing my mind everyday i'm alive
that's the appeal of change
a fresh new perspective
without the sound of nails scraping boards
a martyr
maybe that's what i'm supposed to be
yeah
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