Beheaded Lyrics

In the never-ending circle where the powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat
In the face of every coward lies the blindest of hate
And in the eyes a sharpened image of the damage they made
You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
And 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 wrath he will chase until it's done

Your history is dead
Dead wrong
Dead- Dead wrong
Philosophy is dead
Dead wrong
Dead- Dead wrong
Your history is dead
Dead wrong
Dead- Dead wrong
Philosophy is dead
Dead wrong
Dead- Dead wrong

Within the mind of modern culture there's an idle cog
It is the section of humanity that never forgot
And in the midst of moving forward we have given the right
To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside
I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth that we were
Or disregard the faded voices of the people we hurt
But I was never pulling triggers or degrading your face
Don't look at me to give the reason for the pain that 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 wrath he will chase until it's done

Your history is dead
Dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong
Philosophy is dead
Dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong
Your history is dead
Dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong
Philosophy is dead
Dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong

The scars outlive the pain
Reflections will remain
The scars outlive the pain
Your sickness 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