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
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
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