No one wants to fight these days
For the things that they all need
It's wrong to kill but now love's drilled
Until we're begging on our knees
So stand up for the right things now
And don't lose your way back home
With light divine, it's all refined
For the things we still can't own
Martyrs and saints with nothing to say
Another mistake that we'll all cheat away
There's pride just to stay but never too much
When these martyrs and saints, they all need a crutch
These Martyrs and saints, they all need a crutch
Clapping our hands while they stare in disgust
Most martyrs and saints are so out of touch
Most martyrs and saints are so out of touch