We Don’t Need Another Martyr

# We Don’t Need Another Martyr

*[Intro — lone grand piano, close intimate vocal; distant violin harmonics creep in]*

Mama kept the porch light burning through the black,
Praying every plane might bring her baby back.
Medals on the mantel, memories in the dark—
Tell me what’s a victory if it breaks a mother’s heart?

*[Low sub-bass heartbeat enters]*

No, no—
We don’t need another name carved into stone.
We don’t need another mother crying alone.

*[Verse 1 — melodic rap; restrained 808s, piano continues]*

Same sun, same sons, same scared young eyes,
Same stars shining through two different skies.
Flags fly high while the families fall,
Big men make calls, little men lose all.

Cold commands from comfortable chairs,
Clean cuff links while the battlefield blares.
Paper gets signed, then the pavement gets stained,
Power gets praised while the people get pain.

Brothers on borders with bullets and breath,
Both got a baby picture tucked by their chest.
Both got a girl saying, “Come home soon,”
Both see the same damn blood-red moon.

*[Pre-Chorus — violins climbing, drums opening]*

Who wins? Who wins
When the widow wears black?
Who wins? Who wins
When the child wants his father back?

If peace looks weak, then make weakness brave—
Because nobody wins standing over a grave.

*[CHORUS — enormous piano chords, full strings, massive bass]*

**WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR,
ANOTHER MATCH, ANOTHER FIRE.
ANOTHER MOTHER ASKING WHY
HER BABY HAD TO BLEED AND DIE.**

**NO MORE GLORY IN THE GRAVEYARD,
NO MORE HEROES COMING HOME SCARRED.
PUT THE GUNS DOWN, RAISE THE CHOIR—
WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR.**

*[Post-Chorus — haunting synth motif answers vocal]*

Oh-oh-oh…
Let the sirens turn to songs.
Oh-oh-oh…
We’ve been bleeding way too long.

*[Verse 2 — faster melodic trap flow; deep sliding bass]*

Money makes missiles, misery multiplies,
Politicians pitch peace while the casualty climbs.
Profit and pride put a price on a pulse,
Then package the pain like the public chose.

But I see Damascus, Detroit, Tel Aviv,
Kyiv, Khartoum—everybody gotta grieve.
Different dialect, different dirt on the shoe,
But a father saying “I love you” sounds true.

No child chose the century’s scars,
No kid drew borders underneath the stars.
We teach them a flag before teaching them grace,
Then wonder why hatred keeps haunting the place.

Nah—

Break that cycle, bury that blade,
Make reconciliation louder than rage.
Courage ain’t killing somebody you fear—
Courage is keeping humanity here.

*[Pre-Chorus — choir begins underneath]*

Who wins? Who wins
When the hospital shakes?
Who wins? Who wins
When another dawn breaks

On smoke where a school and a street used to be?
If victory costs every soul, it ain’t victory.

*[CHORUS — larger, octave vocal doubles]*

**WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR,
ANOTHER MATCH, ANOTHER FIRE.
ANOTHER MOTHER ASKING WHY
HER BABY HAD TO BLEED AND DIE.**

**NO MORE GLORY IN THE GRAVEYARD,
NO MORE HEROES COMING HOME SCARRED.
PUT THE GUNS DOWN, RAISE THE CHOIR—
WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR.**

*[Bridge — drums disappear; piano + solo violin; vocal nearly whispered]*

Imagine every general
Had to knock upon the door.

Imagine every signature
Could hear the cannon roar.

Imagine every border
Was a bridge instead of wire.

Imagine telling children:

**“You don’t have to feed the fire.”**

*[Beat drops — gigantic sub-bass, distorted cinematic synth pulse]*

No more—
Blood for a border,
Sons for an order,
Daughters in darkness,
Fathers getting farther.

No more—
Bomb after bomb,
Psalm after psalm,
Everybody begging
For somebody to stay calm.

So—

Peace with some power,
Peace with some pride,
Peace so loud you hear it
From the other damn side.

*[Final Chorus — full orchestra, huge piano, violins soaring, cathedral choir, haunting synth wall]*

**WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR,
WE NEED THE WORLD TO LOVE HARDER.
LET EVERY MOTHER SLEEP TONIGHT
KNOWING HER CHILD WILL SEE THE LIGHT.**

**NO MORE GLORY IN THE GRAVEYARD,
MAKE MERCY MIGHTY, MAKE PEACE HARD.
LET A BILLION VOICES RISE HIGHER—
WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR.**

**WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR!**

*[Half-time final hit]*

Another mother.
Another father.
Another brother.
Another daughter.

*[Piano alone]*

**We don’t need another martyr.**

*[Outro — piano chord rings; violin holds a high note while haunting synths dissolve into silence]*

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# We Don’t Need Another Martyr *[Intro — lone grand piano, close intimate vocal; distant violin harmonics creep in]* Mama kept the porch light burning through the black, Praying every plane might bring her baby back. Medals on the mantel, memories in the dark— Tell me what’s a victory if it breaks a mother’s heart? *[Low sub-bass heartbeat enters]* No, no— We don’t need another name carved into stone. We don’t need another mother crying alone. *[Verse 1 — melodic rap; restrained 808s, piano continues]* Same sun, same sons, same scared young eyes, Same stars shining through two different skies. Flags fly high while the families fall, Big men make calls, little men lose all. Cold commands from comfortable chairs, Clean cuff links while the battlefield blares. Paper gets signed, then the pavement gets stained, Power gets praised while the people get pain. Brothers on borders with bullets and breath, Both got a baby picture tucked by their chest. Both got a girl saying, “Come home soon,” Both see the same damn blood-red moon. *[Pre-Chorus — violins climbing, drums opening]* Who wins? Who wins When the widow wears black? Who wins? Who wins When the child wants his father back? If peace looks weak, then make weakness brave— Because nobody wins standing over a grave. *[CHORUS — enormous piano chords, full strings, massive bass]* **WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR, ANOTHER MATCH, ANOTHER FIRE. ANOTHER MOTHER ASKING WHY HER BABY HAD TO BLEED AND DIE.** **NO MORE GLORY IN THE GRAVEYARD, NO MORE HEROES COMING HOME SCARRED. PUT THE GUNS DOWN, RAISE THE CHOIR— WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR.** *[Post-Chorus — haunting synth motif answers vocal]* Oh-oh-oh… Let the sirens turn to songs. Oh-oh-oh… We’ve been bleeding way too long. *[Verse 2 — faster melodic trap flow; deep sliding bass]* Money makes missiles, misery multiplies, Politicians pitch peace while the casualty climbs. Profit and pride put a price on a pulse, Then package the pain like the public chose. But I see Damascus, Detroit, Tel Aviv, Kyiv, Khartoum—everybody gotta grieve. Different dialect, different dirt on the shoe, But a father saying “I love you” sounds true. No child chose the century’s scars, No kid drew borders underneath the stars. We teach them a flag before teaching them grace, Then wonder why hatred keeps haunting the place. Nah— Break that cycle, bury that blade, Make reconciliation louder than rage. Courage ain’t killing somebody you fear— Courage is keeping humanity here. *[Pre-Chorus — choir begins underneath]* Who wins? Who wins When the hospital shakes? Who wins? Who wins When another dawn breaks On smoke where a school and a street used to be? If victory costs every soul, it ain’t victory. *[CHORUS — larger, octave vocal doubles]* **WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR, ANOTHER MATCH, ANOTHER FIRE. ANOTHER MOTHER ASKING WHY HER BABY HAD TO BLEED AND DIE.** **NO MORE GLORY IN THE GRAVEYARD, NO MORE HEROES COMING HOME SCARRED. PUT THE GUNS DOWN, RAISE THE CHOIR— WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR.** *[Bridge — drums disappear; piano + solo violin; vocal nearly whispered]* Imagine every general Had to knock upon the door. Imagine every signature Could hear the cannon roar. Imagine every border Was a bridge instead of wire. Imagine telling children: **“You don’t have to feed the fire.”** *[Beat drops — gigantic sub-bass, distorted cinematic synth pulse]* No more— Blood for a border, Sons for an order, Daughters in darkness, Fathers getting farther. No more— Bomb after bomb, Psalm after psalm, Everybody begging For somebody to stay calm. So— Peace with some power, Peace with some pride, Peace so loud you hear it From the other damn side. *[Final Chorus — full orchestra, huge piano, violins soaring, cathedral choir, haunting synth wall]* **WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR, WE NEED THE WORLD TO LOVE HARDER. LET EVERY MOTHER SLEEP TONIGHT KNOWING HER CHILD WILL SEE THE LIGHT.** **NO MORE GLORY IN THE GRAVEYARD, MAKE MERCY MIGHTY, MAKE PEACE HARD. LET A BILLION VOICES RISE HIGHER— WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR.** **WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER MARTYR!** *[Half-time final hit]* Another mother. Another father. Another brother. Another daughter. *[Piano alone]* **We don’t need another martyr.** *[Outro — piano chord rings; violin holds a high note while haunting synths dissolve into silence]*

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