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 your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to a God
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a 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 the death of millions is just a statistic
Well I'm not a slave to a God
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
Well I'm not a slave to a God
Who doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit