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 who 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 The death of millions is just a statistic
But 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 And 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