Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)

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 apple's 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

And we all just sing their song

Am I sorry to just to be alive

Putting my face in the beehive

Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald

Pinks and coc*ine too

I'm sorry you never check

The bag in my head for a bomb

And my halo was a needle hole

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

And 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

And we all just sing their song

You're just a copy of an imitation