Am I'm 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 apple sticking into my throat.
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails,
And your crucifixion commercials failed.
But I'm just a pitiful; anonymous.

I see all the young believers;
Your target audience.
I see all the old deceivers,
And we all just sing their song.

Am I sorry to just be alive
Putting my face in the bee-hive?
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald,
Pinks and cocaine too?

Sorry I never check
The bag in my head for a bomb,
And my halo was a needle hole.
Sorry I saw a priest being beaten,
And I made a wish.
But I'm just a pitiful; anonymous.

I see all the young believers;
Your target audience.
I see all the old deceivers,
And we all just sing their song.
I see all the young believers;
Your target audience.
I see all the old deceivers,
And we all just sing their song.
We all just sing their song.
We all just sing their song.

"Valley of death we are free;
Your father's your prison you see."
"Valley of death we are free;
Your father's your prison you see."

I see all the young believers;
Your target audience.
I see all the old deceivers;
We all just sing this song.

You're just a copy of an imitation.
You're just a copy of an imitation.

The president is dead; let us pray.

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