He had a lot to say.He had a lot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.So long.We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.Don't cry.Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.But at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was strong and loud.
We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart.
We'll miss him.
No way to recall what it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.But it was so loud.You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing And so loud.
Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud
and IS wallowed his facade 'cause I'm so eager to identify with someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me.
Will you? Will you now'Would you die for me?
Don't you fucking lie.Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fucking lie.You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?
You had a lot to say.You had a lot of nothing to say.
Come down.Get off your fucking cross.
We need the fucking space to nail the next fool martyr.
To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified For your sins and your lies.
Goodbye...
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