Martyr without a cause, stripped of all my pride.nThe same pride they won't let me lay down and die.nAlone exposed to the bone, stripped of all my skin.nThe same skin I been hiding myself in.nPlagued with thorns in my side, age showed by scars in my mind.nnYou've never laid in the beds that I've made.nDon't tell me about being afraid.nYou've never died the ways that I've died.nWhat do you know about speaking to God?nYou've never roamed the homes that I've roamed,nusing your body to shield your soul.