Living Martyrdom (The Bigger Lights)

You’ve never suffered how I suffer You’ve never worn your scars on open arms It’s so much harder to be a martyr When the movement in the mass don’t believe in anything at all You wear me out in anonymous effigy But who are you to take a swing at me? You hate the world and you don’t know why Wish I could help you but my hands are tied You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die Wish I could help you but my hands are tied Humble fathers and loving mothers Would be ashamed to see the spite you bleed It’s so much better to check your temper Than be an automatic, idiotic critic in the factory You wear me out with your fake popularity But who are you to point the gun at me? You hate the world and you don’t know why Wish I could help you but my hands are tied You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die Wish I could help you but my hands are tied You’d rather tear me down, you’d rather watch me burn You’d rather spit your words than stand and take yours You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die Wish I could help you but my hands are tied When it all comes down to sticks and stones I’ll be a little more than glad to let you know You’re so overrated in your own eyes, good god You hate the world and you don’t know why Wish I could help you but my hands are tied You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die Wish I could help you but my hands are tied You’d rather tear me down, you’d rather watch me burn You’d rather spit your words than stand and take yours You’re scared to live cause you’re scared to die Wish I could help you but my hands are tied