Am I sorry your sky went black,
put your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too?


But I'm sorry Shakespeare
was your scapegoat

and your apples sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
and your crucifixion commercials failed

but I'm just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers

Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song


Am I sorry to be alive
putting my face in the beehive?

Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?

I'm sorry you never check

the bag in my head for a bomb
and my halo was a needle hole
I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten

and I made a wish
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous


And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers

we all just sing their song
we all just sing their song


"the valley of death we are free
your father's your prison you see"


And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers

we all just sing their song

you're just a copy of an imitation