It's
in his brain
A clot that travelled through his
veins and settled in
"And what a simple stroke
of genius" he thought
To kill the part of
him that's good
And feed his ego the remains
Dressed up at all the masquer
ades he throws himsel f
He wears the youth he stole from us
But he's just another crooked
suit be neath tattoos
And though there's people at the wake
there's no mourning to see
The sounds of empty halls
seem sweeter to me
But I wake every morning to find
His legacy still haunting all of
the songs I'd like to sing
So here's to the day I set them free
But we can't escape
We clawed and picked apart the chains we
forged ourselves
'Cause he's a sad, pathetic, washed up, old,
delusional, perverted, stubborn fool
And though there's people at the wake
there's no mourning to see
The sounds of empty halls
seem sweeter to me
But I wake every morning to find
His legacy still haunting all of
the songs I'd like to sing
So here's to the day I set them free
Ohh woah Let me
set them free
Ohh woah I just needed the freedom to stand
and watch as my words cave in
To bury me for
All my sins
All the roads I let you
lead us down
You're mistaken
We don't owe you a single thing
'Cause you took the best
of all our years
And I'm sorry this won't
bring yours back
You're mistaken
We don't owe you a single thing
'Cause we've got nothing left
And though there's people at the wake
there's no mourning to see
The sounds of empty halls
seem sweeter to me
But I wake every morning to find
His legacy still haunting all of
the songs I'd like to sing
So here's to the day I set them free
And watch as my words cave in
To bury me in this