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