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 just 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.

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.