Bury Yourself Upside Down

He wasn't killed by men; he died from a broken heart
Watching his father do nothing while they ripped him apart
His blood poured onto the paper and was immortalized in art
The sheer passage of time made the skeptics depart
Original sin is no fault of mine
This is a flaw in your perfect design

Remember who gave the serpent his crown
Maybe that 's the reason that he can't be found
Don't blame the match for what the fire burnt down
And don't blame the water for letting you drown

Bury yourself upside down so that with a little luck, when you roll over in your grave, you'll be the right side up