Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)

Am I sorry your sky went black

Put your knives in babies' backs?

Am I sorry you killed the Kennedys

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 just 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

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

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

We all just sing their song

"The valley of death, we are free"

"Your father's your prison, you see"

"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

You're just a copy of an imitation