Panic

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