You`ll never grow up to be a big- rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame They`ll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today
And when we were good you just closed you eyes So when we are bad we`re scar your minds
But I`m not a slave to a god that doesn`t exist But I`m not a slave to world that doesn`t give a shit
the death of one is a tragedy the death of one is a tragedy the death of one is a tragedy but death of a million is just a statistic
But I`m not a slave to a god that doesn`t exist But I`m not a slave to world that doesn`t give a shit
But I`m not a slave to a god that doesn`t exist But I`m not a slave to world that doesn`t give a shit