I hate to intrude on your little soiree
I have come for my accolade
Give you my last scene as walk away
A final bow as I leave the stage
I fall to the water in my suicide
Drowned, but then saved by the vagrants at the riverside
Now you will be in the list of death scenes
You won't like what you see now I am infamy
Alive in triumph and you thought me slain
I avenge the black mark against my name
Blood on my hands for critical acclaim
You are now players in my theatre of pain
The death of my daughter and my suicide
Consumed by the fire in its ashes my memory lies
Now you will see how you have discredited me
I'll be the last thing you see now I am infamy
Now you will be in the list of death scenes
You won't like what you see now I am infamy
