Pile the bodies higher,

climb to the top so the world can see

The depth of your sympathy,

worn as it is upon your sleeve

Where's the true compassion

in this vapid, sickly cult

of worshiping celebrity?

There won't be any tickets to this funeral

(The curtain is falling)

There won't be any story in the news

(Silenced)

No voyeurs masquerading as mourners

There won't be any tickets left for you

Left for you!

Struck with my mortality

Dazed by the reality forced upon my eyes

Dying from the time we're born,

but few are prepared to be told it's time

Tell my friends I fought,

tell my friends I struggled,

tell my friends I gave it all I had!

There won't be any tickets to this funeral

(The curtain is falling)

There won't be any story in the news

(Silenced)

No voyeurs masquerading as mourners

There won't be any tickets left for you

Left for you!

A single one's a tragedy, a million a statistic,

and now it's all come down to me

(The funeral is about to begin!)

A single one's a tragedy, a million a statistic,

and now it's all come down to me

(To me)

There won't be any tickets to this funeral

(The curtain is falling)

There won't be any story in the news

(Silenced)

No voyeurs masquerading as mourners

There won't be any tickets left for you

Left for you! (4x)