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