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they were burning books long before you came
god forbid anyone learns anything
they were killing them right in the streets
they were... dropping them down to their knees
pass the token and pay the fee,
the piper is coming and he's bringing misery
i've been the prophet of...
i've been the martyr of... many things
just don't ask me about love
welcome to my hell, i know you all want to dream
if you buy one, we'll toss another one in for free
and you don't have to do a goddamn thing,
‘cuz in the end, no one has time to complain
perhaps, my manners aren't what they should be
should i ask before i speak
i know where the missiles landed, i offer no apologies
never mind the facts... i'll just raise the tax on epitaphs
well, well, welcome to my hell, i know you all want to dream
and if you buy one, we'll toss another one in for free
and you don't have to do a goddamn thing,
‘cuz in the end, no one has time to complain
i can't let you write my eulogy tonight
or give me what you lack
all us mortal beings make me want to laugh,
criticize, neglect our spirits, then swim in a sea of black
well, meet the master of your infamy
the devil of your selfishness and emperor of your city
the freak inside of you, the freak inside of me...
i think you know what i mean
welcome to my hell, i know you all want to dream
if you buy one, we'll toss another one in for free
and you don't have to do a goddamn thing,
‘cuz in the end, no one has time to complain
