I Am Infamy

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