Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis) (Album Ver.)

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