Beheaded

In the never ending circle where the powerless meet

Grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat

In the face of every coward lies the blindest of hate

In the eyes a sharpened image of the damage they made

You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past

Wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask

Where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?

You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the shame

The weak of the mind will use fist

And the fist of the frail will bring gun

The loudest of guns provoke bombs

And in the wrath he will chase until it's done

Your history is dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong

Your philosophy is dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong

Your history is dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong

Your philosophy is dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong

Within the mind of modern culture there's an idle cog

It's the section of humanity that never forgot

And in the midst of moving forward we have given the right

The wolves attack the sheep and bury the guilt inside

I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth you were

Or disregard the the faded voices of the people we hurt

But I never was pulling triggers or disregarding your face

Look at me to give the reason for the pain you trace

The weak of the mind will use fist

And the fist of the frail will bring gun

The loudest of guns provoke bombs

And in the wrath he will chase until it's done

Your history is dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong

Your philosophy is dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong

Your history is dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong

Your philosophy is dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong

The scars outlive the pain

Reflections will remain

The scars outlive the pain

Reflections will remain

The scars outlive the pain

Reflections will remain

The scars outlive the pain

Your sickness will remain

Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong

Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong