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Immortal Technique - The Martyr Lyrics 1080p HD LYRICS: [Intro] "I am content to die for my beliefs So cut off my head and make me a martyr! The people will always remember it." "No, they will forget." A man who walks with God can walk anywhere Hence I fear nothing [Verse 1] The point of guerilla war is not to succeed It's always been just to make the enemy bleed Deprivin' the soldiers of the peace of mind that they need Bullets are hard to telegraph when they bob and they weave The only way a guerilla war can ever be over Is when the occupation can't afford more soldiers Until they have to draft the last of you into the service And you refuse because you don't see the purpose The only way to counter the insurgents that are well-equipped Is to paint the people fightin' for freedom as "terrorists" Then find a faction, lookin' for foreign investment Install them in power and murder any objections You can't stop a revolution from breathin' So to beat 'em, they offer people the illusion of freedom But when you're done dreamin' And wake up tortured for treason Then you can see them, hidin' behind the god they believe in [Hook] Deep in the trenches, in the heart of a war That's the place a martyr is born (Motherfucker, it's on!) During the night before the start of the dawn That's the place a martyr is born (Motherfucker, it's on!) When gunshots are raining in the heart of a storm That's the place a martyr is born (Motherfucker, it's on!) Guerilla war when the army is gone That's the place a martyr is born (Motherfucker, it's on!) [Verse 2] The purpose of life is a life with a purpose So I'd rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless I don't need the circus or the day of national observance I need you to think for you and stop bein' a servant Pawns only move a square in the game that they're used in And realize it too late, like the shooting of Huey Newton Or Patrice Lumumba and Salvador Allende Slaughtered by the power-hungry branches of their own gente Ghandi wasn't killed by Pakistani nationals He was assassinated by a Hindu radical And Che Guevara, rebel to a U.S. continent Was sold to the C.I.A. by Bolivian communists Wasn’t Yitzhak Rabin murdered by a Zionist? And Anwar Sadat a victim of the same violence? Malcolm X was seen as a threat to the F.B.I. But to blast ‘em they used Muslims from the N.O.I. Even the 35th President of the Republic Was murdered by factions of his own government So now that it’s proven, that a soldier of revolution Or head of an empire, disguised in a constitution Can not escape the retribution or manipulation Of the self-appointed rulers of the planet's corporations So I'ma need every generation to put your hands up ‘Cause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up [Hook] Deep in the trenches, in the heart of a war That's the place a martyr is born (Motherfucker, it's on!) During the night before the start of the dawn That's the place a martyr is born (Motherfucker, it's on!) When gunshots are raining in the heart of a storm That's the place a martyr is born (Motherfucker, it's on!) Guerilla war when the army is gone That's the place a martyr is born (Motherfucker, it's on!) [Outro] I was a man blessed by God To survive some of the worst circumstances I had many things: a beautiful woman I loved, a home, money And I gave it all up to bleed and to die free Sometimes I look back on that life And I wonder what it would've been like And in moments of weakness I think about trading it Then I snap the fuck out of it and I get back to my reality And I realize that I'm in the heart of a war And that's the place a martyr is born