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!