He had a lot to say. He had a lot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. We'll miss him
He had a lot to say. He had a lot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. We'll miss him.
We're gonna miss him...we're gonna miss him.

So long, we wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long.
Don't cry or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity, but at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd he had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger at everything but his heart. We'll miss him. We'll miss him.
We're gonna miss him...we're gonna miss him.

There's no way to recall what it was that you had said to me, like I care at all.
But it was so loud. You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing, and so loud.

You will be the one to save me from my own existance.

Standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was strong and loud and I
Swallowed his façade cuz I'm so eager to identify with someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same, someone prepared to lead the way, and someone who would die for me.
Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me? Don't you fucking lie.
Don't you step out of line. Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line. Don't you fucking lie.

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?

He had a lot to say. He had a lot of nothing to say.
He had a lot to say. He had a lot of nothing to say.

Come down. Get off your fucking cross.
We need the fucking space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die. You must be crucified for your sins and your lies.
Goodbye...