Shed no tears for the martyr dyingnOnly in pain suffering and deathnCan the martyr become what he's chosen to bennNo tears wastednNo sorrow, no pitynNo, no crying, no lossnnShed no tears for the cop bleedingnHe once held the gun he once held the keynNow his prisoners will sing and dance and playnnNo tears wastednNo sorrow, no pitynNo, no crying, no lossnnShed no tears for the nun beatennby the children she once called her flocknHow they hate their teachers who force darkness upon usnnNo tears wastednNo sorrow, no pitynNo, no crying, no lossnnShed no tears for the suicidenHe has made his choice, the pain of life is greatnAnd some will find it sweet to rot beneath the earthnAs we rot and live and breathennNo tears wastednNo sorrow, no pitynNo, no crying, no loss