It’s in his brain 
 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 masquerades he throws himself
 He wears the youth he stole from us, 
 But he’s just another crooked suit beneath 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

 Ohh! Let me set them free!
 Ohh! 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.

 So here’s to the day I set them free
 And watch as my words cave in
 To bury me in this