Beheaded

In the Never Ending Cirle 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 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 Foward 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 The Faded Voices Of The People We Hurt

But I Was Never Pulling Triggers Or Disregarding Your Face

Don't Look At Me I Have No Reason For The Pain That You Trace

The Weak Of The Mind Will Use Fist

And The Fist Of The Frial 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!