No one's laughing now, no one's laughing now...
I'm sullen and sated, and you can't put a price on me.
I won't share this disarray, I won't pull these hands away.
I need to be chosen and, my god, don't pray for me!

So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead,
And shatter every legend in my head.
If only [bad word] will survive,
Is anybody here still left alive?