Letra de 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 madeYou 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 shameThe 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 doneYour history is dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrong Your philosophy is dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrongYour history is dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrong Your philosophy is dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrongWithin 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 insideI 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 traceThe 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 doneYour history is dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrong Your philosophy is dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrongYour history is dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrong Your philosophy is dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrongThe scars outlive the pain Reflections will remain The scars outlive the pain Reflections will remainThe scars outlive the pain Reflections will remain The scars outlive the pain Your sickness will remainDead, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong