Why did we let this happen?
What did he do to deserve it?
Who pays for this chaos?
Whose blood runs in our hands?
Shut the fuck up!
Remember his screams?

We had questions
But he tried to answer
He took the fall, yeah
He wore our shame
The crowd was hungry
They screamed his name
We lit the fire
Watched him fade away
His pain bought us
One more day

He just wanted to be one of us
And he faced the trial for the crew will be alive it
Treason our betrayal now his flesh is rotting
Underground generations oh man we gonna celebrate his day
Now his name's famous, the martyrs don't remember his name
But forgot what he said

The rich man's debt was paid by the poor
The crown still shines, but the beggars soar
The patent lives, the noble's works of lies
While the martyr's got no coin, he pays with his life
The rich man's debt was paid by the poor
The crown still shines, but the beggars soar
The patent lies, the nobles won't survive
But the martyr's got no point, he pays with his life

Who holds all control?
Who spoke out too loud?
Why him and not us?
He's just a pawn in our war
Shut the fuck up!
Remember his pain

We had questions but he tried to answer
He was the scapegoat for a fucking fight
Burned in the name of what we called the right
And now we drink to the cause we betrayed
We're alive and he's the price we paid
He just wanted to be one of us

And he faced the trial
For the crew will be alive
His treason's our betrayal
Now his flesh is rotting underground
Generations of man, we're gonna celebrate his day
Now his name's famous
The martyrs don't remember his name
But forgot what he said

The rich man's death was paid by the poor
The crown still shines but the beggars are
The patent lies, the noble's word's revives
While the martyr's got no coin, he pays with his life
The rich man's death was paid by the poor
The crown still shines, but the beggars are
The patent lies the noble words are vines while
The martyr got no coin he pays with his life

Dude
Guilt!
Guilt!
Guilt!
Guilt!
Guilt!
Guilt!

Richman's debt was paid by the poor
The crown still shines but the beggars sore
The patent loves
The nobles would survive
While the martyrs got no point
He pays with his life!