Martyr without a cause, stripped of all my pride
The same pride they won't let me lay down and die
Alone exposed to the bone, stripped of all my skin
The same skin I been hiding myself in
Plagued with thorns in my side, age showed by scars in my mind
You've never laid in the beds that I've made
Don't tell me about being afraid
You've never died the ways that I've died
What do you know about speaking to God?
You've never roamed the homes that I've roamed,
Using your body to shield your soul