i am not the son of god and i am not the only one if it speaks then it can bleed and if it s green then it can break the tyranny of the voice in the voice of the crowd the crowd the crowd i m not strong i m not proud but if it s small you can pull it down down down down down down down down down the tyranny that s hurting me the tyranny that s hurting me and all i wanted was you and the sweet relief of death and all i wanted was you and the sweet relief of death