Young man, please take the stands 
And still your tongue, for those you talk to try to sell you out. 
Young man, please understand; 
On heads of martyrs rests a message; 
You're the plank of wood in the plaintiff's eye, 
Just another kerosene depiction of the price 
Paid to burn a 'fool, ' but raise empires, boy 
On heads of martyrs rests a message, 
So please address the crowd, 
It seems that no one now is leaving until 
Every stone has had it's say. 
(As coats drop, 
Accusers stalk, 
And every stone 
Meets it's mark) 
Yet don't recant, we can't recant 
Through death we gain an audience 
Of open ears and open eyes, 
For nothing speaks as loud, lay down your life. 
You will yet be made, 
A soldier's soul of saints. 
So, rise up and be the same, for 
To lose your life is gain. 
So please, address the crowded 
Streets, from every stage that turns into an urn 
For every heretic that's burned. 
(So please address the crowd, 
It seems that no one now is leaving until 
Every stone is stilled.) 
Rise up and lay down your life. 
And don't recant, we can't recant 
Through death we gain an audience 
Of open ears and open eyes, 
For nothing speaks as loud, lay down your life. 
Young man, please take the stands 
Don't still your tongue, for those you talk to try to sell you out, 
With eyes set like cameras and 
With knives held behind their backs 
They're watching, 
They're watching you.