I have come so far yet barely scratched the surface

I'm still running off this high, I can't come down

Damned to be free, create or starve, achin' to be

When you broke my heart I couldn't make one sound

Am I your martyr?

Am I your whore?

On trial by fire

In your culture war

I watched you from afar burn all my records

With the certainty of fear you fanned the flames

There is no god above or the devil's in my blood

If I bleed for you would you still feel the same?

Am I your martyr?

Am I your whore?

On trial by fire

In your culture war

I was born to love

Open my hеart

Tear out the years

Chokе up my lungs

Drown me in tears

Murder my pride

Rob me of age

Shatter my will

Die on stage

A martyr

A whore

On trial by fire

In your culture war

I’ll be your martyr

I’ll be your whore

Silenced by the liars

In your culture war

I was born to love

Not born to die