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 Oswaldpinks 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