Let's Go!

A man sits upright in a chair
Another hangs half dead and famished
Alone he says one final prayer
While the other stares into a camera
It's all part of how you prepare
For a death that forces faith on others
But the man left to hang in the square
Was put there by the so called martyr

Right now i see them
The things left worth dying for

While the one gets his face on the air

To boast the claim he died a fighter
Of the other we stay unaware
It was not fame that he desired
Why would anyone possibly care?
It's not them in the line of fire
It's the loudest of shouts that prevail
And it's not a surprising in the slightest

Right now i see them
The things left worth dying for

Right now there's things left worth dying for